Abby was standing as still as she could silently telling herself not to breath when she found herself being swept away, strong arms around her. "What the hell is that?" enquired the owner of the arms as they came to a standstill. They were almost a block away but she could still see the immense figure. "A T-Rex," she said quietly, "they use movement to track their pray." It was almost accusing but she was glad for the rescue. "Where the hell did that come from?" the figure beside her enquired. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."