Grant Seeker was in his car, hurtling towards Disney Springs, which is where the dinosaur he'd brought back from the past had ended up. Or at least it was the last place he'd seen it on his tracker. It had taken a good eight months from Earth Day to December 7th, but he'd finally found the iguanodon.

It was in Disney Springs, and Grant was certain of it.

In his backseat were flyers, a number of flyers, all saying the same thing; "Have You Seen This Dinosaur?" with a crude drawing of an iguanodon. He was planning to put them up around the small town and the nearby Pleasure Island. Someone there surely had to have seen it. It was a thirty foot long, four ton animal from sixty-six million years ago, after all.

He parked his car in the parking lot and grabbed his stack of flyers from the backseat. Then he kicked his door shut and hurried to the small town.

'Dr Seeker?'

A familiar voice caused Grant to turn around. 'Marissa. Hey,' he greeted his kid neighbour.

'Dr Seeker, what are you doing here?' asked Marissa.

'I'm… not doing anything.'

'You're carrying papers.'

'Where's your parents?'

'Don't change the subject, Dr Seeker.'

Grant backed away slightly, embarrassed at having been talked down to like that by a ten year old.

'Help me put up these flyers, and I'll pay you ten dollars,' he said.

'Make it fifty and you have a deal,' Marissa bargained.

'I don't have fifty dollars, Marissa,' said Grant. 'There's a reason my name is Dr Grant Seeker.'

'I thought it was what your parents named you when you were born,' said Marissa.

'It is, but…' Grant let out a low grunt. 'Never mind. Ten dollars, Marissa.'

'Give me the money now,' said Marissa.

Grant sighed and fished a wrinkled ten dollar bill from his coat pocket.

Marissa snatched the bill from Grant's hand and pocketed it. 'Thank you,' she said. She took a pile of flyers from the top of Grant's stack. 'Don't tell Dr Marsh?' she questioned, reading the flyer.

'I'd thank you not to tell her about this too,' said Grant.

'That's gonna cost you extra.'

'I don't have any extra money right now. I'll pay you when we both get home.'

Marissa narrowed her eyes. 'See to it that you do,' she said, and walked away.

Grant sighed in relief and began to hang up his flyers.

It was dark by the time Grant reached the Marketplace, Disney Springs's shopping area. And just as he was sticking a flyer up on the Lego Store, someone approached him.

'I found your dinosaur, man,' he said, pointing towards the T-Rex cafe.

Grant rolled his eyes and shook his head. The guy was clearly messing with him. Except… he wasn't. And there, behind the fake fossil t-rex, was the iguanodon he was looking for.

He dropped all the rest of his flyers and ran over. 'Hey! Hey, remember me!'

The iguanodon looked at Grant, almost fearfully.

'No, no, it's okay. It's - you saved my life, remember?' Grant said. 'And I saved yours. You don't understand English. There's sixty-six million years between you and the advent of the English language.'

The iguanodon stopped looking fearfully at Grant and leaned in to look at him curiously.

'Yeah. I'm Dr Seeker and I'm a heck of a palaeontologist, if I do say so myself. You can probably guess, I'm not a dinosaur like you are. And neither is anyone else here,' said Grant. 'We're all apes. We're humans. And compared to you, we're a brand new species.'

The iguanodon looked at the fake t-rex skeleton.

'No. It's not real,' said Grant. 'It's… fake.'

The iguanodon cocked its head, giving a look of curiosity.

'It's too bad I… can't speak Iguanodon.' Grant took a steady step closer to the dinosaur.

The iguanodon didn't flinch.

'Can I touch you?' asked Grant, taking another slow step towards it, this time, holding his hand out. When the iguanodon didn't move, Grant felt his hand connecting with its skin.

It wasn't the first time he'd touched this iguanodon, but the last time he was running from his life from a hungry carnotaurus. This time, it was amazing. Incredible. All he as a palaeontologist had ever dreamed of.

The iguanodon was warm to the touch. Scaly. He could feel the different grooves between the scales under his fingertips. But they weren't small scales, like on an iguana. These scales felt almost crocodilian. And it was only because they were the only extant animal he had anything to compare the iguanodon's skin to that he was comparing them.

'You need a name, don't you?' asked Grant. 'Well, I did bring you back right at the moment of impact of the Chicxulub meteor. So, how about… Lucky?' he suggested. 'Alright. Lucky it is. Now. Got any ideas how we can get you back to the Dino Institute?'

The iguanodon said nothing, because it was an iguanodon.

'Of course you don't,' said Grant with a sigh. He looked around at the dark sky, the Christmas lights, the decorations, the various Christmas trees, and the Christmas carols playing on the speakers around them.

'Alright. Come on,' said Grant. 'Let's get you to my car and I'll make a call in to Dr Woodson at the Dino Institute. See if he can help me get you home.'

Marissa is Grant Seeker's next door neighbour in Dinosaur canon - she is not an OC. She has an interest in dinosaurs and all things prehistoric, but I suppose that'd happen, having a next door neighbour who talks about nothing but dinosaurs and thinks about nothing but dinosaurs (an actual description of Seeker from canon: "he is a palaeontologist, he studies dinosaurs and he is obsessed; when he isn't talking about dinosaurs, you can tell he's thinking about them").
Dr Woodson is also a character from Dinosaur canon and is a palaeontologist and one of Grant Seeker's coworkers.
As always, the iguanodon is Aladar from the Dinosaur film.