The Pliocene landscape is beautiful.
It is untouched by man, no pollution or roads or buildings.
Nothing but an untamed wilderness stretching out forever.
In moments like these, Danny can almost understand why Helen didn't want to come back.
Who could resist something like this, being the pioneers?
Now, however, the beauty of the landscape is tainted.
He sits with one arm around a weeping, shaking Abby, unspeaking.
No words can heal a broken heart.
The Pliocene is pure and beautiful and lovely.
Connor will never see it.
He will never come home.
The raptors made sure of it.