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What happened last?

"I'm not selling any drugs." I said, quickly hanging up. Too many people had called me and thought I would sell illegal drugs for them, just because I lived in this apartment complex. 'Dump-villa' most people called it. Every single one of them said, "I have a proposition for you." Well … most of them. Some of them just came right out and said, "You want to sell some dope?"

"Okay, Tina," I said. "I'll think about it."

Chapter Two - Painful Memories

Return to Jurassic, by: Tina Kim was in all of the shop windows downtown. Apparently, the small town of Borderline, Arizona was very please with their young authoress.

I smiled as the taxi passed by a small bookshop with no less than twelve posters for the upcoming book in their windows. Nice, very nice. No doubt, Tina was very popular before the book, but now that she would most likely bring a lot of attention and tourism to their small town, she seemed even better known. The taxi man had nearly choked when I told him where I wanted to go.

"You know the Tina Kim, sir?" he had asked.

I had just smiled and nodded. "Yes," I said. "I'm a very close friend of hers."

The short little driver's eyes had widened in a mix of fear and excitement. "Could I … would it be possible … will you introduce me to her, sir?"

"I most certainly will," I had said.

And there I was, riding in the back of an old, small, yellow taxi cab, riding through the ever so small downtown of a place I wished I could forget. I was sure that I would have to make a visit to the Martins'. They had been dying to see me lately.

"With the prospect of Tina's book and all," Mrs. Martin had said, "we just want you to be here to see it."

"Our precious little Lane would have wanted it that way," Mr. Martin added.

The taxi turned off Main Street and onto a smaller, less traveled road that wound around through a large neighborhood of expensive houses. The street slowly curved up as it turned back and forth, and pretty soon we were at the top of a hill and pulling into a driveway of a stately looking brick house with a lot of windows.

Even before the taxi had stopped, Tina came bounding out of the house and nearly tackled me when I stepped out of the car. "ERIC!" she screamed into my ear. I laughed and hugged her back.

"Gosh, it's good to see you again, Tiny," I said, using the name that Lane had called her by many times.

Tina whacked me on the arm. "So how was the drive?" she asked.

I shrugged. After a short introduction between the taxi driver and Tina, we hauled all my luggage into the house and closed the door. "Sorry about him," I said, referring to the driver.

"That's okay," Tina said. "I get that all the time."

Nodding, I looked around. I didn't really want to see her, but out of politeness I asked, "Where's little Jenny?"

"HERE, UWNCLE EWIC!" came a little voice from the kitchen.

"She's stuck in her booster chair," Tina said, hiding a giggle. I raised my eyebrow at her. "I know you're not her uncle … but you should be. Come on; come into the house."

I never understood why people said this. I'm already in the house … I thought. But I stepped a little farther in and looked around on my way to the kitchen. They had high vaulted ceilings with cedar beams running across, a large staircase that led up to the second floor, and a large sized dining room with mahogany furniture. The couches in the family and living rooms were top of the line, including their Steinway and fifty-seven inch plasma television. Their house always amazed me.

Their kitchen was just as amazing. Marble counter tops, clean, metal appliances, mahogany cupboards, and a lot of crystal glasses to go with their expensive wine collection.

"UWNCLE EWIC!"

A small pink thing with a blonde thing on its head suddenly ran into my legs and squeezed them. "Hey, Jenny," I said enthusiastically. A little bit too enthusiastically, but that's how you're supposed to talk to kids … right?

I picked the little two-year old up off the ground and spun her around in the air. Jennifer squealed and held onto my arms with her tiny little hands. Tina laughed.

I set Jenny back on the ground and she immediately latched onto my leg and started sucking her thumb.

"Mr. and Mrs. Martin called this morning," Tina said, cleaning up the table where Jenny had been sitting. The view from their house was breathtaking…

"Oh?" I said politely.

"Yeah," she said. "They wanted to know when you were coming up…"

"And did you tell them?" I asked. It's not that I didn't like the Martins. But they had pictures of Lane all over their house. Every time the name was mentioned I would remember when they found out about their daughter…

I climbed out of the small airplane and looked around. There were so many reporters and flashes going off, I could hardly see anything. My clothes were plastered to me with Lane's blood. I heard a scream and someone yelled, "HE'S HURT! MY BABY'S HURT! GET HIM HELP! SOMEONE!"

A pair of paramedics can towards me. "Where are you hurt, son?" one of them asked.

I couldn't talk. I couldn't even open my mouth. My jaw was clamped shut. Lane was gone and she was never coming back. There was nothing I could do about it. It was because of me that she was dead. It was because of me that the Tyrannosaurus had bit her through the middle and broken her spine. It was because of me she went limp in my arms as I was telling her she was going to be all right …

"Son?"

"Not me," I muttered.

My mother and father ran out of the crowd and held me in a tight hug. "My baby!" my mother kept crying.

Brad came out of the plane holding Tina. She was still crying and was shaking from the sobs that wracked her body. Her family ran up to her and gave her hugs and tried to comfort her. Brad gave his family quick hugs, but otherwise stood silent, staring at the ground.

That's when I saw them. Lane's family was standing off to the side … along with all the other families, looking around for their daughter.

I pulled away from my family and slowly walked over to them.

"Hello, Eric," Kelsey Martin said when she noticed me. She gave me a quick hug, but I could tell she was looking around for Lane.

Kevin Martin shook my hand and gave me a meaningful nod, but his eyes very tired looking and bloodshot. I didn't even really know these people. How could I ever tell them that their daughter was dead? That I had held her for her very last moments while her blood soaked my skin.

"Um," I said shakily. They had to know, and I had to be the one to tell them. It was only right. "Mr. and Mrs. Martin?"

"Yes, Eric?" Kelsey said, taking my hand in hers. A couple tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Lane …" I said. I swallowed the lump in my throat and started again. "Lane … won't be … she's not … I tried …" My eyes were filled up with so many tears, I couldn't see anything. I quickly wiped them away and looked up at Kelsey and Kevin.

I never got any farther. They both knew, but didn't want to believe it. Kelsey's scream ripped through the air when the unloaded the stretcher from the helicopter. Lane's bloody, limp form was lying on it. I looked at her face. It was relaxed and peaceful; not screwed up in pain. Her eyes were closed … I had been the one to close them. Her mouth … the kiss…

I turned away and wiped my eyes again, trying to hold it in. It wasn't supposed to happen this way…

"Eric? Eric!"

I pulled out of my daydream to realize that Tina was talking to me. "What? Oh, sorry."

Tina shook her head. "I said that it wasn't supposed to happen this way … not this fast, at least."

"What was?" I asked. I looked around. I was sitting in the living room … how had I gotten here? The last thing I remember was standing in the kitchen with Jenny latched onto me.

Tina rolled her eyes. "My book? The one I've been writing for the past five years?"

"That's a long time for a book…" I commented.

Tina shook her head.

"I mean, that's great, Tiny. I'm just … tired," I said. "It was a long drive."

"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, half an hour is much too long."

I chose to ignore her sarcastic comment. "Uh … am I in the guest room… again?" I asked, walking over to the stairs and picking up my bags.

Tina frowned. "Yeah… it's kind of your room now …"

"Okay," I said, hopping up the steps. "I'll be down in a while."

"Dinner's at six!" she called after me.

The hall was long and the walls were filled with pictures of little Jennifer. The guest room was the third door on the right. It was a pretty big room decorated nicely, but not too much. But it was definitely a guest room.

Without unpacking, I flopped onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Six long years and all I could think about was her…

Author's Note: -gags and falls over- That was too short! I was going to write more … but then I didn't want to. BAD ME! Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!