6 billion dollars? She'd been working that long? How much had she saved in the years? She'd never thought she'd needed to save, but after the damage the Indominus had done...She needed it now. "Owen. Somethin' you may wanna see." Claire called, rubbing her eyes to see if it was real. Owen walked over, expecting there to be something terrible. Instead, his eyes widened with shock. He placed his hand on her back for no apparent reason. "Well, rebuild the park and open or rebuild and never open, living here without anyone? Your choice." Owen asked, looking at her. "I...I don't know..." She responded, looking down. "I know we can rebuild it, but as for opening...I'll think about it." Claire decided, logging out and getting up. She walked to the balcony, (exclusively for her!) looking out at the place she'd created. Her eyes watered to remember her foolishness in creating the Indominus. When a hand was placed on her shoulder, she looked at Owen. "What if I do something wrong again? We lived once, can we live again? I...I'm too weak to survive something like that again..." Claire said, trying not to sob. Owen forced her to look at him. "Hey, we're survivors. Besides, we know better now." He told her firmly, both hands on her shoulders. She nodded and they both turned to look out at the place. "So, what do we start with?" Claire asked, indicating the destroyed park. "Well, I'd like to put plexiglass in. If we re-open, ya can never know what adults and children'll do." Owen responded, flashing a look at his tracker for Pyronite. "That sounds great. Also, don't think I missed the "Or live here without anyone" part of the question on whether or not we opened again." Claire said, stepping away a bit. Her voice seemed agitated and sad. "I..I didn't mean it that way. I just...Didn't think about-" Owen was cut off by Claire. "I understand. Oh and uh, you sure we got rid of all the flying dinosaurs?" Claire asked, looking up. "Yes, why?" Owen responded, looking up. "Shoot...Nevermind! INSIDE!" He shouted, pushing Claire inside. As he ran in, however, the dinosaur gained on him. So close...So close...It gained up him. In one fell swoop, right as Owen ran in, the Pterodactyl had him. In an instant, there was a gray ball flying past Claire. The flying beast unlatched it's talons from Owen's neck and gave a loud screech. Is that Abigail? It can't be?! But...It is! Dang it, why'd I make this stupid balcony so long? Claire thought as she ran out and reached for one of the dinosaur's talons. She leaned over and grabbed a flowerpot. Trusting her hold on It's talons, she swung one arm up and cracked the flowerpot against the dinosaur's head. Now it's flying staggered even more, since Abigail had long since gained hold of one wing, her claws on it's body and her teeth digging in. The flying beast screeched and fell down. Abigail jumped off, landing safely on the balcony. The dinosaur wasn't so lucky, though, and when one talon caught hold of the railing, that talon slipped and it fell down 89 stories. Claire backed up, breathing hard. Owen got up, sucking in a shaky breath. Claire put her arm around his neck and he did the same to her and the two walked in.
Owen was fine, not much damage was done to his neck, but poor Abigail took a bad scratch to the leg. She was limping terribly, but she'd live. Claire kneeled down to pet her, causing the cat to purr. "You're a brave cat, Abby. Very brave." Claire told her in a soft tone. Abby looked at her with hazel eyes. The new blue collar around her neck looked wonderful on her, the bell ringing quietly with every step. "Do you want to see how the raptors are doing, Claire?" Owen asked, watching Claire pet the brave cat. She smiled and nodded.
In the raptor pen, Copper had grown a thick, white band around his neck and he was definitely taller. The white band looked much like the one Claire had finally been able to take off this morning when her neck was fully healed. He ran up to Claire and nuzzled her outstretched hand. Owen had brought in some meat and tore pieces off, giving it to them. "Now, back." He instructed, holding out his hands. Much to both of their happiness, all 4 raptors obeyed. Sea-Foam had obviously learned from the other raptors. Claire and Owen backed out, telling the raptors to stay. They obeyed and didn't even shift around. Owen took Claire's hand and they visited all the dinosaurs. Finally, they'd covered almost all of the park and had ended up at Owen's bungalow. It was destroyed, but he didn't care much. The remnants were some animals and part of the floor. Owen reached under one of the floorboards and pulled out a circular piece of plexiglass with a handle, like a door. "What's that for?" Claire questioned, looking at him. "You'll see." Owen responded, carrying it to the truck.
Finally they were in a part of the old park. There were dead triceratops scattered around. Owen removed a rock and placed in the plexi-glass. He got out his wooden cup and scooped up mud as Claire held the door in place. He placed in around the other side and carefully swung it open, doing the same for the other side. "Now we wait for it to dry." Owen told Claire.
Once the mud had dried, it was very firm around the door. Extra clay they'd gotten secured it even more. Owen pushed through the door. A room like the one Claire had designed was unveiled. "Welcome home." He told Claire.
How'd ya like it? Sorry it's late, I cut my left hand with a butter-knife, which is bad because 1. I use my left hand to type letters while my right hand rests on the backspace button for backspace and numbers and 2. I cut along my fingers which I obviously use to type. I know that the idea of the plexi-glass staying in is odd, but trust me, hard packed mud and clay can really hold stuff in. I loved the place like a tunnel/swamp with all the dinosaurs so I figured I'd add it. Thanks for the views, ya'll! Have a great day/night! Your friend, ~Shatter