Prologue
A sad smile played at the man's lips as he shut down the generator, all of the screen in the quarters blinking away the light that illuminated the room. Small lights flashed here and there, indicating the control room's alarms, casting an eerie red glow across his face as he made his way to the elevator.
Calling Claire was the only thing that came to Lowery's mind. There would be lots of people injured and having to deal with the loss of family and or friends. He would at least try in any way to assist, but he needed commandments, he was one to follow orders, not create them. Pulling out his phone, his fingers hovered over the glowing screen, slowly dialling the numbers that would lead him to hearing Claire's timid voice. Putting the phone to his ear, he listened to it ring, once, twice. An automated voice message told him that she was unable.
The most helpful he would probably be was at the ferry landing, where people were getting treated for their injuries.
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It had taken a while for the four of them to make their way to the warehouse where people were taking shelter in. It was stationed near the ferry landing and it was meant to serve as the Helicopter storage unit. It was packed, full of exhausted and injured people, much like him.
Aunt Claire found them a place to sit and rest. She had invited Owen to join them but he refused, going around to individuals without company and aided them in any way they needed it.
Gray eyes grew too heavy to keep following Owen's movements, so he resorted to staring up at the roof of the spacious warehouse, his head resting on Aunt Claire's lap as he lay stretched out. Zach was resting his head on Gray's stomach, sitting on the ground in a relaxed position. "How are you feeling?" Asked the soft voice of his Aunt, peering down at Gray.
"I'm okay..." He replied, shifting his head slightly to return the glance she was giving him. She let out a heavy sigh, her head dropping and shaking in what looked like disappointment. Soft ginger hair tickled his nose and he let out a soft sneeze.
"What were you two thinking, running off like that? You went into restricted park areas and ignored an emergency protocol." She eyed Gray's childish face before turning to Zach to find him staring into space. She didn't expect an answer, and she did not receive one. A moment later, she was surprised at the sound of her older nephew speaking.
"We were probably responsible for Zara's..." he broke off, slowly casting a glance up at Aunt Claire, who had a sombre look on her face.
Remembering the violent and what had to be terrifying moments before the jaws of the Mosasaurus snapped around the Pteranodon and Claire's PA, Zara Young, Gray shook his head to clear the memory away and focused on the tired face of his brother. His weary eyes finally gave in to sleep.
What felt like a moment later he was gently shook awake to find that the sun had risen and was floating above the horizon, casting a warm and bright glow over the Island and the water surrounding it. "It's your parents."
He noticed the silhouette of two people heading towards him, the sunlight blocking his view of their faces. Before he realised what was happening, his mother's arms wrapped around Gray in a tight hug. She clutched on to him for a moment before moving to embrace Aunt Claire. He could feel his Fathers arm scoop him into a cuddle with Zach. Peaking over His father's arm he noticed Aunt Claire untangling herself from Karen's arms to leave the family reunion and approach Owen. He could see their mouths moving in a conversation and what ended to look like an agreement before they both turned, side by side, strolling out of the warehouse into the bright light of the morning.
He hoped that Owen would stay with Claire for a long time.
