Chapter 2

Lex picked at a hangnail on her thumb as she shifted uncomfortably in her therapist's chair. She'd been seeing the same man for her entire adult life. Dr. Silverman had cut his patients in half several years earlier, but agreed to keep Lex on until his retirement, based on her special circumstances, and their hard earned doctor patient relationship.

"Normally, Lex," Dr. Silverman started, "I wouldn't advise you to do something so… drastic. Other patients with PTSD can react well to desensitization therapy. Veterans going to fireworks shows, things like that. But Lex, I think it's been long enough, and I think the park's track record has shown that nothing like that will ever happen again. I think it's time you put this in your past for good."

Lex looked up at him for reassurance. "You really think?"

"I do. And if it's as you say, there's a significant promotion in it for you, that means you'll be off fieldwork for good. And I know that you're a highly sensitive person, and your work affects you more than it should."

After more reassuring from Dr. Silverman, Lex walked the fifteen city blocks back to her Upper East Side apartment. Normally, she would have taken the subway, but a good walk in the crisp fall air felt like the right thing to do. It was in that walk that Lex Murphy decided that she would indeed return to Isla Nublar, twenty years after she nearly lost her life there.