He was standing in front of Claire. She was on the opposite side of a glass pane. He called her name she didn't say anything. He started pounding on the glass, but she did not even notice him.

She turned her back to him and started talking to a group of people he hadn't see there before.

Drip-Drip

Her voice came through as a warble through water, "As you can see, this is one of if not the most impressive aspects of our park. It took four years to build, but in here we house an entire family of Indominus Rex-"

Drip-Drip

"Wait, what-" Owen began to say. But then a roar cut through his thoughts. He turned to see the Indominus Rex a half a mile across from what now he knew to be a I-Rex paddock

Drip-Drip

"-We currently are working with the US department of homeland security and in an attempt to cut down prison capacity and sort out our needs for a massive case of the munchies that this family of Indominus has, we send in death row inmates as food."

Owen listened to her finish her spiel, turning incredulously to her voice yelling for her attention.

Drip-Drip

Finally, she turned to him and said, "I don't love you." He turned and the Indominus opened its mouth to swallow him.

Drip-Drip-Drip-Drip

Owen jerked awake finally aware of the noise not coming from his nightmare. The quick movement made his whole body sway as the chains that tied him to the ceiling offered no support.

He let out the tiniest whimper.

"You know you scream in your sleep?" said a voice from somewhere in the darkness. This made Owen jerk up his head, furthering his unstable swaying. He let out a louder groan.

Drip-Drip

He heard the noise again and followed its tapping to the bottom of his feet. His eyes finally adjusted he could see the blood coming from his manacled wrists trickling slowly down the length of him.

"Yeah, you've lost a bit of blood. Probably the only reason you were able to sleep at all considering how much pain you must be in." The voice was now standing in front of him. Summoning the little strength he had, he lifted his head to brown eyes on a female face. She was absolutely average by all accounts. Average height, average weight and average looks, but the only thing not average about her was the scar running the length of her face from brow to jaw.

"Hi, I'm Gerry," She said. Offering her hand and then wiping it on her leg when she realized he wouldn't be shaking it.

"I am actually sorry about the situation we have you in here. It wasn't my idea, but then again you might not believe me. You see Louis runs this whole thing. I would be just as strung as you if I didn't listen." She rambled on and Owen almost felt like he might doze off again when he felt a sudden woosh. The next moment he was sprawled on cold concrete in a puddle of what he knew to be his own blood.

What the fuck is going on here? Owen thought to himself, and he didnt have to wait long to find out. He heard the creak of hinges from behind him and a man crouched down to his mangled form on the floor.

"Do you know why you have been hanging from my cellar's ceiling for the last half of a day?"

Coughing the dryness out of his throat, Owen responded,"Does it have anything to do with my meddling around that wall?"

"You see Gerry, I knew he was smart. She just thought you were a lug of meat, but I knew better."

"Hey you said you wouldn't tell him that!"

Owen interrupted their banter,"Who are you and what do you want from me?"

"Oh right to the point then, well we want your crew to get the hell away from our wall."

"So it's your wall then, is it?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes, yes it is our wall" said the man

"And why couldn't you have just told us that instead of I don't know pinning me to your ceiling and giving me what feels like a serious concussion?"

"Well that was Louis call you see, Hoskins that grade A asshole that you had the pleasure of seeing die. He was our boss Louis's son. So when he found out you were the one medalling around the wall. He thought he'd just pay it forward."

"I didn't kill Hoskins."

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you did," said Gerry this time.

"Shut up, Gerry. Louis could be watching."

"Oh and so what if he is, Hoskins was my husband. I think I have every right to say whatever the hell I want about him," she responded

Meanwhile, Owen was searching his containment. He turned a bit to see that the door that they seemed to go in and out of did not have a lock. He surveyed the chains that he was bound by and quickly ascertained that they were old and possibly breakable if given enough pull. Testing them he gently tugged his hands pretending to make to get up and faking an exhausted fall.

"Oh look, Jack, he's trying to get up. We should help him." As they began to pull him up, he blacked out. This time he was not faking it, but before the black creeped in the edges of his eyes. He felt the manacles just slightly loosen.

It had been a whole day since they'd gotten the tape in the mysterious package. The entire crew had dropped everything to figure out how they would get Owen back without getting him killed in the process. There were countless ex-seals on the crew, military reconnaissance pros, everyone and anyone that might be able to put together a rescue, but they had come up with close to no workable plan/

Claire was staring at a park map thinking that if she could bore her eyes into one spot Owen might appear there.

"You need sleep,Claire" Lowery said over her shoulder.

"No"

"Claire-"

"You've already told me to sleep four times"

"But claire-"

"No"

"Ok, fine, you can keep saying no, but I can promise you that the less sleep you get the more likely you'll be completely useless for finding Owen."

She knew he was right, but the problem was that she was certain that even if her body absolutely needed it, her mind would never let her sleep. Not with the types of thoughts she was having right now.

"You're right. Maybe I'll just go back to my room and try to catch a few hours of sleep." Lowery looked utterly relieved at her words. As if her taking a break meant he finally could. Maybe that's exactly what it was.

Everyone else was sleeping by then, they had all stayed up till 3 am trying to figure out plans, but by 3:15 James told everyone to rest on it.

Claire couldn't, but she knew Lowery was right and anyways she wouldn't be able to get anything done if he kept telling her to go to bed every 10 minutes.

So she walked back to her room, but before she knew it, she wasn't standing in front of her door. She was standing in front of his. Owen's room.

She pushed the handle, and felt the first genuine relief she'd felt in hours. It was open.

Walking through the hallway, she picked up the tee shirt he had been wearing the day before he left. He must've thrown it on the ground before going to bed. She changed out of her clothes, and pulled the tee shirt over her head and slipped on his flannel boxers.

It almost felt like he was there, the leather and molasses smell of Owen filling her senses. Tears started to fall down her face, but she wiped them back. Knowing if she started crying she would not stop and what good would puffy eyes and a pressure headache do for her now.

Instead she made her way to his bed, and reached over into his bed stand drawer hoping to read some of the notes he would write in his bible. Hoping to find a little bit of him somewhere within reach. When she opened the drawer the bible was not there. Of course he would bring that with him. She chided herself for not thinking that part through.

But when she closed the drawer she heard a small thump noise. Opening it back up she reached into the back, and pulled out a small blue velvet jewelry box. The top had her name scrawled in silver cursive on it.

It can't be.

She flipped the box open, her breath leaving her chest in a whoosh. It was beautiful. The ring was blue sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds on a thin silver band.

Claire had known that he was going to propose to her, or at least she knew he said he was going to. But she kind of figured it was impromptu, that he would buy the ring later. That it was a spur of the moment idea for him.

Looking down at the box, she could feel its intentionality. The sapphire because it was both of their birthstones. The elegance of the small band and the tiny diamonds creating a simple but decadent design that to Claire felt like it was made not just for her but from her.

Turning it over she saw in the lining of the ring a cursive string of words, For survival and forever

Claire lied down on the bed pulling the sheets up to her chin with the ring still in her hand. Switched off the light.

In the darkness, she whispered, "Yes, of course."

And slipped the ring on her finger.