APARTMENT
Ellie Sattler stared at the ceiling of her little apartment, watching the little fan go in circles. Beneath the covers of her twin bed, she was naked. Beside her, Reiman snored softly, cutely almost. They'd gotten half way through coffee when Ellie decided that Jack wasn't a half bad looking man. Extremely tall and fairly thin, with slick black hair and a charming smile. So she had let him have the piece of her lonely life he seemed to want.
Well, he was pretty good in bed, if nothing else. No, he was a good conversationalist too.
Ellie sprang out of bed, not at all embarrassed by her state of dress. She searched through her drawers for something to wear. She had a student body interview today, and she wanted to look sharp. Or casual. You know, whatever Alan Grant's students wore in the badlands.
She heard Reiman stir beneath the covers of her bed. "Good morning, morning glory!" Ellie greeted him. She smiled broadly, holding up a pair of underwear over her nude form.
Reiman tried his best to show that kind of enthusiasm this early in the morning, sitting up in bed and putting on a crooked smile. "What're you all dressed up for?"
"Interview. For a position as a post doc with Alan Grant." She said, quickly plopping on stockings.
"Uh-huh. Is it out in the badlands?"
"Yup. Well, not at the actual site, but some buildingish thing out in the middle of nowhere."
"Uh-huh. Well, good luck," said Reiman, retreating beneath the covers again.
INTERVIEW WITH THE DEAD MAN
Due to ridiculously heavy traffic, Ellen Sattler arrived twenty minutes late for her interview.
She was thinking of a good excuse; (traffic was something no one went for these days), when she realized there were police cars outside of the building.
The officers got out of their blue and white cars, and walked over to Ellie. She decided maybe she could ask them for directions. This couldn't be it.
"Excuse me" She began. But she didn't finish. One fat, balding officer interrupted her.
"Ma'am, are you here for an interview with Alan Grant?"
"Yes, I was wondering where- "
"Then you came for an interview with a dead man. Alan Grant has been lost in the badlands for nearly ten hours now."
Ellie was shocked. They should at least have tried-
"But that's not that long!"
"It is...for the badlands. Go home, ma'am."
But Ellie didn't go home.
