Ellie sat gloomily at the edge of a long, white table, silently shaking as she tried to hold back her tears. Alan was alone in the Park, and all because she had left him for a stupid, sick triceratops. With a dismal sob, Ellie reached forward and grabbed another spoonful of ice cream. It was practically soup by now, but it still tasted sweet.
A light tapping sound made Ellie jump in her chair. She jerked her head up from the table and searched the room with fearful eyes. The noise came again. Ellie stood up and made her way over to the supply closet. She reached for the handle with dread, her hand quivering like a flexatone. When she opened the door, a very distraught scientist tumbled out. Ellie gasped and backed away as the woman brushed herself off.
"I locked myself in . . ." she chirped sheepishly, "Thanks for rescuing me."
Ellie's eyes went wide.
"How long have you been in there?!"
"About three hours," the woman replied nonchalantly, "I was asleep for most of it. Don't tell Atherton . . ."
The scientist gave Ellie a quick scan.
"Um . . . You okay? . . ."
Ellie wiped her cheek and sniffled.
"I'm . . . fine."
"Great!" the scientist bubbled, "You know what they say: never hurry and-"
"Never worry?" Ellie finished.
"Yeah!"
Ellie hummed.
"Do you want some ice cream?"
"Sure! I haven't eaten since noon."
The woman sat down at the table and began to devour the chunky liquid. Ellie gave a snorting laugh.
"What? . . ."
"I saw a raptor being fed earlier today," Ellie chuckled, "I think you might be messier . . ."
"Ack! If your stomach was as empty as mine, you'd be messy too!"
