Jenna stood in the shower and let a stream of hot water fall on her body. Now, everyone was debating what happened. They regretted that they couldn't dissect the baby in the laboratory. They were trying to figure out what was wrong with the female. But Jenna just kept seeing how she slowly float around each camera, made desperate cries for her young into all corners of the aquarium and didn't understand that she couldn't find him.
Therefore, she ran back to the hotel. The male, happy and full, swam away and she couldn't stand to look at the devastated animal mother and didn't want others to see tears in her eyes.

She didn't have imagined that it should fail. Sure, she realized why was the female behaving so strangely in recent days. The fetus was sick and dying and that was destroying her. But she was terribly upset because great Dr. Dearing was now only interested in the impossibility of autopsy and no one else was looking on that like a sad tragedy. No one else felt sorry for the Mosasaur, no one felt bad for the small one, who couldn't see the world. And no one's heart was eaten out by bad work.

She, on the contrary, fretted more than enough. She wanted to know why she couldn't handle personal life or work. Why she was a dogsbody for everyone and why the young one had to die in her charge. She'd never ascribed some serious success to herself. She was good at school, yes, but mostly because of her parents, well-known experts who could advise her. But otherwise? A timid child who sat in the corner and waited until happiness would find her. And if she tried to meet it, it turned wrong. And now she was often tired of it. Like now, when she fell onto the bed after a shower. An incredible tiredness fell upon her. She couldn't move because of it, felt sadness and indifferent hollow peace inside her like nothing could matter, and could only sleep.

The next day, she didn't find the courage to return to the Sea World. She didn't want to watch the distressed female again, nor to find whether she would forget or would be in worse state. Certainly, she herself would be in worse state. Instead of it, she left the hotel complex and headed to the main building. There she avoided restaurant full of hungry visitors wanting to go to the park after the breakfast and went through a big passage decorated with paintings of dinosaurs, right into a small room with souvenirs and clerk counter.

The receptionist didn't stand behind it now, he was probably also at breakfast or had not arrived yet because his working hours didn't begin for next half an hour. But he usually let the small groups of visitors to the next closed room with an exhibition for ten dollars per one. Actually, usually closed without his presence, but now Jenna noticed that someone opened the door and either didn't bother to lock it up again or was still inside.

She'd seen the exhibition many times. There were tables with the usual data of prehistory and prehistoric creatures on the walls at the beginning, then photos of the fossils and several smaller pieces, followed by a detailed introduction of the process how first InGen and then its successor got living animals. The middle of the room was dominated by three complete dinosaur skeletons - Velociraptor, Stegosaurus, and Pteranodon hanging from the ceiling. Neither of them was original, it was a model just in case some visitor would try the same escapade as her parents twenty years ago while they were escaping from the original park - a complete destruction of the exhibit. But even so, it was the first comprehensive picture of a dinosaur that people could see before going to the living animals if they followed a program and visited this place first. Or a picture of the actual form of what they could find with no genetic experimentation and possible confusion if they come later.

Therefore, she didn't pay attention to it now and decided to find out who broke the rules, so she pushed the door, opened it and went inside.

"...too complicated, Ty. You wouldn't understand it and it would take a long time and we have none, the receptionist or guide shouldn't catch us here."
"You say everything is too complicated. But I like it here and I want to know. Do you know how mom says you're making a mountain out of a molehill? So they are making dinosaurs out of a mosquito here. Isn't that cool?"

Jenna recognized the two voices coming from the counter with photos of embryo development in the back and immediately went after them. When she woke up, she didn't want to talk to anyone, but then she felt very lonely, and maybe it would feel differently as Owen was actually the first who learned about Mosasaur gravidity, but wasn't at birth.

"What are you doing here?" she asked them.
"Great, Ty, I told you it would be a bummer."
"He doesn't want to explain how you make a dinosaur out of the mosquito blood," Ty said calmly.
"It's described here," Jenna nodded to the photos.
"Yeah, but I don't really understand. I understand only that you take DNA from the blood, but how do you know it's a dinosaur? And how can you do this? After all, children don't come from the blood, you must-"
"Your brother's right, it's a bit too complicated, I myself don't fully understand."
"But you are working here, aren't you?"
"But I'm not a geneticist, I'm the paleontologist and laboratory assistant. But I can tell you that children usually really come from a different way, but it's not possible to do here yet, so here we're making a cloning, you know? And when we find a mosquito with blood, we can't know that it's a dinosaur, first it must be tested and now we don't only looking for mosquitoes, but any dinosaur genetic material."
"I see. This seems complicated to you, Owen?" he turned to his older brother doubtfully. And when he shook his head, Ty added: "Then why you didn't tell me?"
"You know what? What if you look at the rest before the guide comes here?"

Ty dutifully ran, fascinated with everything he saw - it was unbelievable how many children in each generation just loved dinosaurs, regardless the fact that their love would usually disappear in a few years - and Jenna and Owen remained in relative privacy.

"I heard what happened yesterday. And I'm really sorry, it's a pity," Owen said exactly what Jenna predicted, but she didn't know for sure whether she wanted to hear it.
"Yeah. It got me."
"I know how thrilled you were. And thanks that you cared about Ty."
"Yeah, I also should pick him up, but I couldn't make it. I had to go away."
"It's fine, he stayed in the main building and some guide caught me. And I understand that. It's always bad when something doesn't work out, but unfortunately, it happens. Among all animals. You can't do much about it," Owen shrugged and looked at the exposed skeleton.
Jenna gloomly grinned.

"I haven't really seen other living animals before. Dogs, cats, guinea pigs maybe. But else? Even the pets I've never seen up close. Let alone to giving birth. You can't see that on real in the documents and at school... I don't count a few frog dissections in biology and otherwise, it was nothing but bones or pieces of dead wild what they brought us for illustration of the evolution, but it can't be really connected with a living animal. In fact, I was never a natural man, and this my Mosasaur... she is mine, I see her as my own and when I saw her suffering..."
"I like nature. I'm watching it since childhood, so I probably see it a little different way and as natural. But anyway. When I was a kid, my grandpa kept a couple of rabbits. Once a female rabbit should give birth. It wasn't the first time, so no one expected trouble, but it started at night and the complication came. Grandpa just found eight innocent frozen bunnies in the morning and one on of them was still halfway in her. It was dead and she couldn't really get it out and both died. It was sad. And sick."
"Oh..." Jenna breathed shakily. That didn't help at all. "What have you done?"
"We buried them in the garden, what else?"

"Well, you're lucky that there wasn't someone from the park. You know what bothers me so much? If it only... didn't survive the birth, I would be sad, but well, as you said, it happens. But everyone else is just sorry that they can't take it into the lab and cut it into pieces! Do you think that they can a bit sympathize with the female? No, Dr. Dearing is just upset that she couldn't make an autopsy! I... I know that you probably don't want to hear that, but it made me furious. She made me furious."
"Yeah, Dr. Dearing. What else do you expect from her? She's such a jerk," Owen said.

Jenna stopped. He seriously just called Claire a jerk? THE Claire?

"What? She behaves like that. First, she decided to release our Microraptor into the paddock and when I said that we need a few more days because he will be too slow and the others will attack him, she started brandishing with the title of the head official and just threw him there by a single stroke of the pen. And what do you think? They brought him back because of bitten neck. Now a Mosasaur. Anyway, I won't be surprised if the next time she lets some dinosaur asphyxiate because bulging eyes aren't always a sign of the anomaly. She pretends to be very important, but... not even go there," he waved his hand at the end of his speech as if he fanned away thoughts on her "successful interventions".
"I... I thought you were dating..." Jenna didn't spare a comment after such criticism.
"Me? And Claire? I'd have to have nerves of steel and be the biggest hen-pecked man on the planet. She may perhaps date her mirror."
Jenna loudly exploded with laughter.
"I'm sorry, but... Thanks, now you've really got me," she laughed and couldn't understand how she could think that they really had something in common.
"You got me with your beliefs, too," Owen grinned and at that moment, Ty went back.

"I've passed it through. Will you take me to raptors now, Owen?"
"No, I've already explained to you. It's dangerous and I definitely will not take you."
"Pleeease! I'll obey! I wanna see them! I've really seen no animal, we just drove around and you can right to them, pleeease!" he begged.
"Nope. I'm not going right up to them, too, they would have eaten me," Owen remained resilient and Jenna completely understood him, so she added:
"I wouldn't go to them for anything, really Ty. Today you can try a different tour, but we can't let you go to the paddock. After all, if something would happen, Owen would go to jail and you could be killed."
"But I don't like to ride around the island with foreign people. You should look after me! And I wanna see raptors, I can't see them at all during the tour."

Owen was preparing for another argument, but a short melody indicating a warning for all people on the island rang across the entire exhibition from a speaker above the door, and it's echo from the main hall sounded, too because the speakers were in each building:

"Please attention! According to the weather predictions, a tropical storm arrives at Isla Nublar today at about 16:00. We ask all visitors to return to their rooms at the latest at 14:30, secure their windows and remain calm. We ask all employees to make certain about the security of equipment and laboratories and basic maintain of generators and to come to the hotel complex at the latest at 15:00. Then they receive further instructions. The last ship leaves from the port at 12:25 and we strongly request to stay away from the coast. The interruption of the afternoon program will be compensated. Your questions may be directed at the hotel reception. I repeat."

And the clear male voice said the warning again, followed by the same in Spanish.

"Tropical storm?" Ty's eyes widened and he looked at his brother.
"Don't worry, it's not the first one. If you stay inside and don't let anything lying around, nothing happens to you."
"But... you will not let him in your house of the splinters, will you?" Jenna reassured herself.
"Let's hope that there is a free room in the hotel," Owen said. "And do you see? No raptors, no tour. I have to hammer the windows, take the bike inside and pack my things if water happens to get in, so I have no time and you will not wander alone on the island today."
"Wait and you just stay in the cabin?" Ty asked and directly took the question out of Jenna's mouth.
"There is still plenty of time. Now we're going to arrange a room for you, come on."

Maybe you are thinking, that the Ty's remark about mountain and molehill and dinosaur and mosquito makes no sense. I wrote this story in Czech first and we have saying "you are making a camel out of the mosquito" instead of mountain and molehill and that was a perfekt joke. But it doesn't work in English and I couldn't figure out better, so I let this, more metaphoric, way - make something really big from something really small.