Claire's blaring phone woke her and Owen from their fitful sleep.

"Did you find Maisie?" Claire asked as an answer.

"What? Maisie is missing?" Karen responded.

Claire sighed. "I'm sorry, Karen. I should have called. Maisie… we think she was kidnapped this morning."

Owen tried not to be disappointed. He climbed out of their bed to use the bathroom while Claire spoke with her sister.

"Oh my God, Claire! How did this happen? Who took her?"

The reality of the situation sunk in for Claire. How dare she sleep while her daughter was missing? She'd been a mother for a day before the unthinkable happened. Whenever Claire was in charge, something terrible happened. Why hadn't she learned her lesson with Jurassic World? After Maisie is rescued, Claire would leave her and Owen to live without Claire around to screw it up.

"Claire, where is your head? Come back to me."

She sighed. "I don't know what to do, Karen. We went to sleep after the cops left."

"And now you're refreshed and ready to find that little girl. Listen, Claire, the boys and I are coming over. We'll help you search for Maisie."

"Thank you, Karen," Claire said.

Owen climbed out of the miniscule bathroom. "How is Karen?"

"She and the boys are coming over."

He nodded. "Good. We need all the help we can get."

"I'm a terrible mother," Claire blurted. "You would be better off without me."

Owen sat down on the bed and laughed. "It's been less than twenty-four hours, Claire."

"And Maisie is missing, then we went to sleep!"

He rubbed her back to try and calm her down, but Claire pulled away. "Listen, Claire," he said. "There was nothing we could have done at five in the morning. Three hours of sleep cleared our heads. We're ready to go."

"We should have started looking three hours ago!" Claire cried.

"And done what? Scoured the woods? We know she's not out there. Someone took her. Knocked down InGen's door? That would have gotten us arrested. We'd be no help to Maisie from behind bars. Don't beat yourself up about this. It's not your fault and it's not mine."

Claire sobbed. She'd cried a lot the last few days. First, it was about the court appearance and worrying Maisie would be taken away. Now, it was because Maisie had been taken. Just not by the courts.

"What if we don't find her?" Claire asked. She finally allowed Owen to wrap her in his arms.

"We will."

"How can you be so sure?"

Owen adjusted them on the bed so he could look in Claire's eyes. "We made it out of Jurassic World. We made it off Isla Nublar when it was basically exploding around us. We got out of Lockwood's Estate. If we can get through all that, we can find our daughter."

Claire knew she'd have to hear this over and over again before she believed it, but for now it was working.

A knock on the trailer door drew them out of the moment. Karen threw her arms around Claire the second she opened the door. "Oh, Claire. I'm so sorry. Tell us what we can do."

Claire took in her nephews behind her slender sister. The boys got their father's brunette hair and height. Zack towered over her and Gray seemed taller than the last time she saw him. Had it only been two weeks? They had come to pick up Maisie for the weekend so Claire and Owen could have some alone time. It felt like a lifetime ago.

"Hey, Aunt Claire," Zack said, taking his turn to hug Claire. He hugged Owen, too, as soon as his mom released him. Gray's hugs were tighter than his older brother's. It reminded Claire of the day he arrived at Jurassic World and surprised her by wrapping his arms around her waist. They've become much closer since that day. Claire didn't want to be an island anymore. She wanted to connect with people, especially her family.

"You boys know a lot about computers?" Owen asked when their reunion was over.

Zack nodded. "I pretty much live on mine."

"Me, too."

Owen smiled. "Good. I need the two of you to do some research to help us find Maisie."

"We're on it."

Zack opened his backpack and pulled out two Apple computers. "Gifts from Dad the last time he was too busy to take us for the weekend."

Claire winced. Karen and her husband had tried to work out their problems after the park incident, but they ended up divorced six months later. The boys' father was supposed to see them every weekend but he bailed on that obligation too many times to count. With Zack in college, their father pretty much disappeared from Zack and Gray's lives. He still paid child support for Gray, at least.

"Do you guys have wifi?"

Owen and Claire looked at each other. The cabin would have cable and internet, but the trailer did not.

Zack caught the look and laughed. "No worries. We have hotspots on our phones."

"Good, good," Owen said. "Once the cabin is ready we'll be out of the dark ages, but…"

"You don't have to explain yourself Uncle Owen," Gray said. Owen liked when Claire's nephew used the title. He hoped one day they would make it official, though every time they got closer, Claire pulled away. Owen worried that Maisie's kidnapping might be the end of what they had finally gotten back.

"Thanks, kid," Owen said. "I need you both to search out Maisie and see if you can find anyone who might want to take her. Then we need you to investigate InGen and Biosyn. Tell me everything you can find about the two companies."

"On it," Zack said. He set up the kitchen table to get to work. Gray plopped down on the stool across from his brother and opened his laptop. "I'll start with a few basic Google searches on Maisie. Gray, you look into InGen and Biosyn."

Gray nodded and disappeared into his computer. With that taken care of, the adults left the boys in the trailer so they could talk without disturbing their progress.

"What do you want from me?" Karen asked. "Should we set up a search party or something?"

"You two stay here in case the officers come by or call with news," Owen said to Karen and Claire. "I have someone I need to meet."

Claire scrunched her brow. "Who?"

"I'll tell you if any good comes out of it."

She frowned but nodded anyway. "Be careful."

Owen kissed her cheek and twirled his van keys around his finger. The used Dodge made more sense than his old truck, which they traded in a week after Maisie came to stay with them. Claire's sedan was more practical, but the van had more leg room for long drives. It would also have more space should their family grow in the future.

Claire watched the van's taillights until they were completely hidden by trees.

"I know this is a ridiculous question, but are you okay?" Karen asked.

"I want Maisie back," Claire told her sister. "But I'm terrified of what happens when we do have her back."

Karen nodded. "Parenthood is scary and hard. At least you and Owen have each other."

That made Claire smile. She did have Owen. If the way he protected the boys at the park and Maisie at the estate were any indication, he was going to be an amazing dad. She was lucky to have him by her side through all of this.

"I don't want to mess things up for them. I feel like all of this is my fault."

"Oh, Claire, you know deep down that isn't true."

Claire wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "I keep telling myself that, but everything I touch goes wrong. The park, the rescue operation, now Maisie…"

"If you say they'd be better off without you, I might actually slap you."

Claire remained silent. That was exactly what she planned to say.

"I'm going to use a Mom saying on you, are you ready?"

"Go for it. It can't hurt."

Karen wrapped her arms around her younger sister. "Trust yourself, Claire. You know more than you think you do."

Claire snorted. "That's a doozy."

"I know, but it's true. What happened with the park and the estate, that stuff sucked. But you're here now, and you're a mother. You can't let those mistakes define you. You're smarter than that," Karen told Claire.

"You know, this isn't how I expected parenthood to happen. I wasn't even sure I'd ever have a family, and now I have Maisie and Owen…"

"And me, and the boys. You're not an island, Claire. You never were. You're more like… a peninsula."

They both laughed. "I don't know what that means, but I'll take it. Thank you, Karen. You being here means the world to me."

"Hey, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Now let's go see what the boys have learned about the possible kidnappers."

They walked into the small trailer one after the other and sat down beside the boys, ready to come up with the next step in their plan.

Owen knocked on the door to the single-story ranch. The grey panels had been recently replaced, but the stone walkway was in need of repairs.

An older man with greying hair answered the door. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"Dr. Alan Grant?"

The man nodded. "That's me."

"My name is Owen Grady. You may have heard of me… I worked at Jurassic World. I trained the raptors."

Dr. Grant looked hard at Owen's face. "You look like you could use a drink. Why don't you come inside?"

"Thank you, sir."

Owen followed Dr. Grant through a narrow hallway and into a bright white kitchen. Dr. Grant poured them each a couple fingers of Bourbon and invited Owen to sit at the kitchen table. After his trip to Sorna, Dr. Alan Grant continued working at his dig site until his retirement, when he left Montana for Southern California. He continued to write about his experiences with dinosaurs and Owen noticed that, after Dr. Grant's time on Sorna, the man seemed to fall back in love with dinosaurs. At least, he didn't mind the dead ones. The live ones, though, were a different story.

"I'm assuming you didn't come by to steal my alcohol," Dr. Grant said.

"No, Dr. Grant," Owen told him. "I came… well, have you heard about Maisie Lockwood?"

"Please, call me Alan," he said. "I have heard of the girl. Lockwood cloned his daughter, right?"

Owen nodded. "Yes, and my… girlfriend and I, we adopted her. In fact, just yesterday we won custody. But then this morning… we woke up, and Maisie was gone."

Alan's face fell. "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you had any luck finding her?"

"No, but we have some leads. What do you know about Biosyn?"

"Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while," Alan said. "I don't know much. They were always years behind InGen in terms of research. There were rumors they were behind what happened at the first park, but those were never confirmed. Is that who you think kidnapped your girl?"

Owen shrugged. "It had to be them or InGen. They're the only two companies who would have the gall to pull off something like this. InGen lost in court, so they're our prime suspect. But if Biosyn is trying to get ahead of InGen…"

"They're a pretty good suspect, too," Alan finished for him. "I see your dilemma. How can I help?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I don't know why I came here, exactly. I think I wanted to talk to someone else who got it."

Alan finished his drink and poured another. "I read about what you did with the raptors. You know, those things almost killed me. A few times."

"They're highly intelligent creatures. If I didn't imprint on them at birth, they would have tried to kill me, too. They did try to kill me, actually, when the indominus took over as the alpha…" Owen paused, a chill running down his spine. He could practically hear the genetically enhanced dinosaur purring outside Alan's home, though Owen knew the thing was just bones in the water on Isla Nublar now.

"It doesn't go away," Alan said. "If that's what you're wondering. It's been a long time and I still have nightmares about Jurassic Park and Sorna."

"Did you ever visit Jurassic World?"

Alan drew a line in the sweat on his glass. "I thought about it. Ellie, Lex, Tim, and me, we were all going to go together, but we couldn't do it."

"And now there are dinosaurs living in the woods around your ranch."

"Yes, there are. I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"It's my fault," Owen said suddenly. "If I hadn't conducted the research on raptors, none of this would have happened."

Alan took a deep breath and focused on Owen's eyes. "That's where you're wrong, Owen. There are only two men at fault for all of this, and they're both dead. We're just stuck cleaning up their mess."

"Hammond and Lockwood had the ideas, but…"

"But nothing, Owen! Don't you get it? Everything starts with an idea. They wanted to play with life and death, and now we're paying for it. This is on them. None of it is on you."

Owen carefully considered Dr. Grant's words. He wasn't sure he could believe them yet, but it made sense. Owen didn't make the dinosaurs. Everything he did was a product of the labs Hammond and Lockwood started long ago. "You're right," Owen said.

"Damn right I am!" Alan laughed. "And about your little girl. I still have some contacts… I'll see what they can do to help find her. If InGen or Biosyn have her, it won't be easy, but we'll get her back."

Owen stood and shook Alan's hand. "Thank you so much, Dr. Grant."

"Owen, please. It's Alan. I know we didn't go through it together, but we've been through enough to be on a first name basis."

Owen nodded. "Thank you, Alan. I really appreciate it."

"One more thing," Alan said. He pulled his wallet out and handed Owen a business card. Owen expected it to be Alan's business card, but it was a therapist instead.

"What is this?" Owen asked.

Alan tapped the card. "Dr. Anderson is the best in the business. She saved Ellie, Lex, Tim, and me after Jurassic Park when she was fresh out of school. She moved her practice to California a few years ago."

"Claire and I both saw therapists right after Jurassic World, but I stopped going when we ended things three years ago. I'm not sure if she still goes…"

"It's worth giving Dr. Anderson a call, at least. She takes couples and individuals. You said you wanted to talk to someone who gets it, and Dr. Anderson is as close as you'll get. At least, as close as you'll get with someone who has a license to help you. And if that's not your thing, my number's on the back. You can reach out any time. I'm no therapist, but I'll do what I can."

"Thank you, Alan. This means a lot."

Owen put the card in his pocket. He wasn't sure if he'd ever use it, but just having it was a comfort.

Alan watched as Owen got into the dark blue mini van and drove off, back towards his makeshift home.

When Owen arrived, Karen, Claire, and the boys had a notebook's worth of intel. He saw something he missed in Claire's face. Hope.

"Can I talk to you outside?" he asked Claire. Karen and the boys busied themselves with the information, starting to outline a plan.

Claire and Owen sat on the steps of the cabin. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Who did you go see?"

"Dr. Alan Grant," Owen told her. "He was… one of the survivors from Jurassic Park. He was on Sorna once, too."

"I remember him. We met once a long time ago. He thought Jurassic World was a bad idea. We should have listened to him." Claire sighed. "Why did you go see him?"

"I needed to meet with someone who knew what it was like."

Claire nodded. "Did you get what you went for?"

"I think so," Owen said. "He reminded me that none of this is my fault. Or yours, for that matter. He said we're just cleaning up someone else's mess."

"That sounds about right," she responded. "I'm glad you got what you needed."

"He said he'd help with Maisie, too," Owen said. "He's calling some people he knows."

Claire looked relieved. "I feel like we've done nothing. On TV, when someone goes missing, there are search parties and tip lines and ransom requests… why is it so different in real life?"

"I think progress is quieter in real life," Owen said. "Like the research Gray and Zack are doing, or the calls Dr. Grant is making. They're all steps towards getting our daughter back."

"I couldn't do any of this without you," Claire admitted. "I love you, Owen."

"I love you, too."

Owen kissed Claire hard on the lips, pulling her body close to his for just a few seconds before they had to pull away.

They smiled blissfully at each other until reality settled over them once again.

"Let's get our daughter back," Owen said. He stood and offered a hand to Claire, but she ignored it.

"Yes," she answered. "We've got the beginnings of a plan."

Together, they walked back into the trailer, but this time, it felt a lot like walking into a battle.

This was another war they were going to win, no matter what.