Dashing back to the way they came, the group suddenly reconnected with the first dinosaur that had greeted them on the island.

The party was finally able to get a good look at the dinosaur and despite being completely paralyzed Charlotte was able to look at it without crying in fear. It had to be over forty feet long and twenty feet high. It was terrifying and with nowhere else to go the group split up, moving towards different parts of the clearing.

Paul and Amanda scrambled to one direction as Charlotte followed Billy and Udesky to the other side. She watched in fear as her uncle tried to move only almost trip with his foot stuck in between two fallen branches. Just as the two dinosaurs approached he was able to break free and dove down in between two trees, to provide at least a little cover.

One of the dinosaurs stood right over him. Charlotte took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard the dinosaurs continue fighting and soon she heard the ragged breaths of Amanda and Paul. Billy carefully nudged her side as the growling stopped and when she opened her eyes she saw her uncle, drenched in blood walking towards the group, until a shuddering crash occurred and one of the dinosaurs blocked the path, nearly crushing the group of five.

"Come on!" Her uncle called out to the group, who hurried after the only person who who seemed to know where to go.

They were finally able to stop running after a very tired Charlotte tripped over her own feet. Her uncle had been worried and suggested they walk fr a while. As they walked back, Charlotte tried to comfort Amanda, who was completely traumatized by the two dinosaurs. out of nowhere Alan quickly grabbed hold of Paul, only to shove him up against a tree. Amanda cringed at the sound but made no protest to Paul getting hurt.

"Why did you bring us here?" Paul remained speechless, lookin showed at the sudden pressure against him.

"Our son is on this island. We need your help to find him." Charlotte gave Amanda an empathetic look as she saw Paul take out an image from his pocket.

"This is him. Eric. He's thirteen now. He's just about the greatest kid in the world."

Alan took the image to look over, giving it to Billy. "Why was he here?" Charlotte questioned, taking the photo from Billy. "Cute kid."

" He's with a man named Ben Hildebrand." Amanda explained.

"Who's that?"

Paul locked eyes with Billy. " Her new boyfriend."

"A friend. We were vacationing. Eric wanted to see the island and the dinosaurs, so Ben found a guy who would take them never came back."

"Not my idea of fun." Charlotte whispered to Billy.

"We called everyone, did everything we of all the controversy over this island, no one will step in. Costa Rica says it's a no-fly zone, it's their own damn at the U.S Embassy - our U.S. Embassy - said we should "accept the inevitable." You believe that?" Charlotte shrugged.

"So you hired these you duped us into coming here." Grant looked at his two companions who were looking at Paul with varying expressions of pity and anger.

"We needed somebody who knew the lay of the land. Somebody who'd been to this island before."

" I have never been on this island!" Alan yelled.

"Sure you have. You wrote that book..." Charlotte shook her head. "No."

"That was Isla Nublar. This is Isla Sorna. The second island."

Paul looked at Udesky. "I didn't know there were two islands."

Amanda spoke up this time. "Still, you have survived the dinosaurs before. You saved those kids".

"A few of us survived. A lot more died. And we were better prepared and better armed." He paused. "How many days have they been missing?"

Paul and Amanda shared a look. "Eight weeks."

Charlotte cringed, she couldn't imagine losing a child for eight weeks. No wonder they tricked them into coming. If roles were reversed she would have done the same thing.

"After what you've seen today, you really think your son could be alive?"

"Uncle Grant..."

"He's smart, Dr. Grant. And he knows so much about dinosaurs."

"No, I'm sorry, but no. We'll savage what we can from the plane. Then we head for the coast. There may be a boat left, something to get us off this island."

"Dr. Grant, we're not leaving without our son. Charlotte, you'll help. Right?"

"Of c-"

" You can stick with us, or you can go and look for him. Charlotte, you're with us. Either way you're probably not getting out of here alive." Charlotte glared at her uncle. Billy waited a second after Alan left but seeing that Charlotte wouldn't budge, he grabbed her arm. he knew she wanted to help, and he did too but the likelihood of the kid being alive was slim.

"C'mon Char."

Surprisingly Charlotte barely rebelled, she too had realized that her uncle was right. "It's Charlie."

They weren't surprised to hear the footsteps of three people following them. Alan had made it to the plane wreckage. Charlotte found her backpack easily but was having a difficult time finding her book. She probably needed new clothes, her shorts and shirt were all torn and bloody, her hair was a mess and she was pretty sure she had gashes all over her body not to mentioned a scrapped knee that was starting to bruise.

"Yes." She looked over to see Billy holding his camera like a trophy.

"Hey." Charlotte looked over to Amanda. "I have some extra clothes if you want some." Charlotte thanked her, deciding to keep her shorts that were in pretty good condition. She picked out a tan tank top and a flannel. The top was a little small of her but after getting her hair pulled up and splashing some water over her face she felt almost clean.

"Charlie, I found your book." Charlotte ran over to Billy who was holding her book of classical mythology.

"Thank you!"She tenderly flipped through the pages, it still looked to be in decent shape, just a little dirty so she wiped it off before packing it away.

"What are we going to do?" She asked her uncle who was sifting through the wrecked to find anything useful.

"Go to the shore, I guess."

Billy had left the two alone in, what Charlotte assumed, an attempt to get them to reconnect.

"I'm sorry this trip turned out this way." Alan apologized to his niece.

She shrugged. "Well it definitely is different than the museum." An awkward silence filled the air as they both made to conscious decision to go towards where Billy was taking photos of some footprints.

"How would you classify it?"

"Obviously a superpredator. Suchimimus. that snout." Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"They never got that big."

"Baryonyx?"

"Not with that sail." Billy shrugged, giving up. " Spinosaurus Aegypticus."

" I don't remember that on InGen's list."

"Neither do I"

"That's because it wasn't on their list. Who knows what else they were up to?"

"Nothing good." Charlotte mumbled.

Billy looked past Grant to see Paul approaching. He was trying to fix his backpack straps but ended up walking in circles.

"So Mr. Kirby, tell me, when you climbed K2, did you base camp at 25- or 30,000 feet?"

"Thirty-thousand, I think. Closer to the top."

"About a thousand feet above it, actually." he moved closer to the man." Most mountain-climbers remember how tall that mountains were."

Alan caught on. "There is no Kirby Enterprises, is there?"

"There is. I own a place called Kirby Paint and Title Plus. We're out in the WestgateShopping Center in Enid, Oklahoma. The"plus" is for bathroom fixtures, fireplaces accessories, patio furniture. Stuff like that."

"I don't suppose that check you wrote us is any good."

"He paid us half up front. Cash." Grant looked over at Udesky for a second.

"Mortgaged everything we had to do it. Even the store. and if we make it off this island with my son, I swear, I'll make good on the money I owe you. I don't care if it takes me the rest of my life."

Grant and Udesky exchange a dubious glance.

"No. You don't have to do that." Charlotte told him, giving him a sad glance. "I would've done the same thing."

"Really?" Billy asked.

Paul shook his head. "No, every penny, I swear. However long it takes."

Udesky just scoffed. "However long that is."