IT WAS AN UNUSUAL LIFE FOR ROBYN MORRIS. It was certainly no ordinary life for anyone but she loved it. The blonde girl was a palaeontologist, a nature photographer and a zoologist.

And at the age of 30, Robyn had already made quite the name for herself - from winning multiple awards for her discoveries and the number of international lectures that she had successfully held. She was living her best life as a successful independent woman.

Originally from Perth, Australia, Robyn now currently resided in North Dakota for her work, yet she wouldn't be for too long. Usually, she would spend a maximum of a year in a place so material possessions were not a necessity to her - the discoveries were more important to her. And her time in Dakota was coming to an end, only having a month or so left there. Her team had dug up the majority of their spots and had found significant skeletons and fossils.

With her success came a lack of free time. She never had the time to visit her family back in the UK. Some would say it was a lonely life, but the Morris family fully supported and understood her busy lifestyle. Plus Robyn had one of her best friends with her on all of her digs - Jimmy Franks. They had met during their freshers week at Yale University and found they were both were studying palaeontology. Both went on to join small teams for digs and built themselves up from small fossils to Tyrannosaurus Rex skeletons. The two stuck together ever since - being the best of friends for 9 years.

Along with the company of Jimmy, Robyn also had her old family friend as a reoccurring figure in her life. John Hammond was a friend of the Morrises for years and when he discovered that the oldest Morris child was going into palaeontology, he began to support and partly fund her teams' digs. Robyn was incredibly grateful and appreciated the familiar face when he chose to pop up.

It was a particular day when Robyn and Jimmy's life would change forever. They were in the middle of carefully removing their discoveries from the dirt when the drone of a helicopter whizzed above them, dirt flying over all of their hard work. The team quickly covered up what they could.

To say Robyn was pissed was an understatement of the century. It had taken them months to dig up this skeleton and that helicopter nearly threatened all their hard work. The minute the chopped landed a few yards away, Jimmy had to physically hold Robyn back from murdering whoever stepped out of the flying machine.

However, when a familiar white-haired man dresses head to toe in white stepped out, she calmed down. Slightly.

"John!" She called out, approaching her old friend. "You could've landed a bit further away, couldn't you?!" She yelled over the clatter of the spinning blades whilst using her arms dramatically to indicate that they should stop the engine.

"Sorry, darling!" He grinned, embracing the blonde in his arms. "How are you, Robyn?" John ushered the blonde and her brunet friend to a trailer nearby to talk in private.

"I'm fine but what are you doing here?" Robyn shut the door after Jimmy and John entered the trailer.

"Well, I suppose I'll get right to the point," John riffled thought the fridge to secure a bottle of wine. "I own an island off the coast of Costa Rica. I've leased it from the government and during the last years, I've been setting up a biological preserve. Really spectacular. Spared no expense. Makes the one I've got down in Kenya look like a petting zoo. And there's no doubt out attractions will drive kids out of their minds."

"Well, that's great, John, but-?" Jimmy asked, taking a glass of wine from John, Robyn copying his actions.

John didn't allow Jimmy to finish his question. It was a known fact to anyone that witnessed that John did not like Jimmy Franks one bit, but tried his best to remain civil for Robyn's sake. "We're going to open next year if the lawyers don't kill me first. I don't like lawyers very much. There's a particular pebble in my shoe who represents my investors. Says that they insist on outside opinions."

"What sort of opinions?" Robyn questioned.

"Well, your kind, not to put too fine a point on it," John answered. "Let's face it, in your particular fields, you're the top minds. And if I could just persuade you to sign off on the park, give it your endorsement, maybe even pen a wee testimonial, I could get back on schedule."

"Why would you need our opinions though?" Robyn asked, with a furrowed brow. "Is this like a safari park or something?"

John shook his head. "I don't want to spoil the surprise but all I'll say is that it's right up your alley. Why don't you come down, Robyn, just for the weekend?"

Robyn tilted her head, a small chuckled leaving her mouth. "What about Jimmy?"

John tried his hardest to not roll his eyes at the name that left his friend's mouth. "Uh, yes, I suppose he can come," he nodded hesitantly. "Anyway, I've got a jet standing by at Choteau."

Jimmy shook his head with a sigh. "We appreciate the offer, John. But it's just impossible. We just dug up a new skeleton-"

"I could fully compensate you by fully funding your dig..."

"I'm sorry, John, but now isn't the best time-" Jimmy continued before John cut him off once again.

"For a further three years," John finished.

Both Jimmy and Robyn were gobsmacked. John had certainly left them speechless. "Three years?" Robyn whispered out. "Fully funded?" John nodded, clarifying his claim. A laugh of disbelief escaped Robyn's mouth as she crushed Jimmy into a hug. "Where's the plane?"