Barry Sembène placed the palms of his hands against the inner surface of the stone lid and by stretching out his arms forward, he managed to lift it to the side, opening only partially the sarcophagus.

He glanced through the formed opening and scanned the tomb with his flashlight.
There was nothing and nobody, the dinosaurs being gone.

He pushed the lid further, until he was able to sit up, inhale a fresher air and, above all, move his face away from the desiccated one of the mummy that occupied the sarcophagus and next to which he had resolved to lie down in order to hide from the Pack that had headed back to the large lava tube.

A few meters away, another sarcophagus opened from the inside, letting Grady appear and sat up.

The two keepers remained silent for a few moments, making sure that they were alone.

Once it was done, Grady came out of his sarcophagus and came to join Sembène, who was closer to the exit.

"This is the last time that I lay with a mummy," the latter declared as he left his sarcophagus.

"They're not very chatty, I know. Not to mention their stiffness," Grady said. "It surprise me that you don't like them since you French people have one as first lady," he joked.

"Her place is not at the Elysee but in a museum."

As if to evacuate the tension previously accumulated, they allowed themselves to let out a laugh and rest for a brief moment.

"Let's leave this place," Sembène suggested.

They put on their night vision goggles and returned to the chamber where they had found the stillborn Indominus, of which only a few charred remains remained, and carefully approached the breach to check that there was no predator nearby.

Although the tube was as empty and silent as it had been for centuries, the two keepers were apprehensive about going there.

"I hope that we will be in the back of the line and not in the middle," Sembène said.

They crossed the breach and went down the tube, heading west.