A/N Sorry this took so long! a) I had major writers block and b) I couldn't write Connor very convincingly. I'm still not sure if I have. Let me know in a review (HINT HINT)

The hunter moved through the night with deadly swiftness.

"Argh!"

Or at least he did right up until he tripped over a tree route and went face first into the ground.

"Connor!" Abby hissed. "Come on, get up"

"Sorry, sorry" Connor sat up rubbing his ankle. "Where'd it go?"

They had been tracking lunch for a few miles now. They were both loath to kill unless they absolutely had to, but the emergency rations in their packs had run out after about a week. After that they knew they had to start hunting.

"Probably well away by now." Abby sighed. "Come on let's get back to camp."

The sun was rising as Abby and Connor headed back to their makeshift home. They tried to limit their hunting trips to just before dawn, to avoid the cold blooded dinosaurs. To begin with Abby had headed out alone, but as Connor's ankle began to mend and strengthen, he had started coming out with her. Some trips were successful, but more often than not they came back empty handed.

Trying to ignore the hunger pangs in their stomachs, the two of them reached their camp. They had realized after a few days in the cretaceous that the anomaly probably wouldn't re-open, and they were going to need a more permanent shelter. They had moved to a taller tree, built a basic platform and canopy, and surrounded the base of the tree with rings of sharpened branches. Not the best dinosaur proofing in the world but it was better than nothing. They climbed into the tree and settled into their customary positions; Connor futilely attempting to mend the anomaly opener, Abby recording the previous day's events in their journal. The journal was a bone of contention between them. Connor insisted it only depressed Abby and she should give it up, Abby on the other hand was adamant that when they were rescued it would advance scientific knowledge by decades.

And it was an anchor to the twenty first century. She couldn't give it up.

"Toast" announced Connor abruptly.

"With Marmalade" agreed Abby. This was a game they had developed in the early days, naming what they missed from the twenty first century most at that moment.

"And Tabasco sauce" countered Connor.

"Please tell me that was a joke. Marmalade and Tabasco sauce?"

"It's really good. You should try it when we get home" Neither of them was ready to replace the "when" with an "if" just yet.

"No thanks. I'll stick to just marmalade"

"Your loss" Connor looked up from the device. "Actually I think I'd give up everything right now for a screwdriver"

"Hear, hear" muttered Abby. Trying to mend the device in the twenty first century would have been hard enough. Seventy million years in the past was going to be impossible.

Sighing Abby looked back through the journal.

Day 3, Full moon

We've been sat in this tree for two days now. Connor sleeps most of the time; his ankle is giving him a lot of pain. Rations are down to beef jerky, a bar of chocolate and a few packets of crisps. We're low on water too- I'm going to have to look for a stream of some sort soon.

The flora and fauna here is incredible. There's so much more diversity than back in the twenty-first. The Dinosaurs are amazing when they aren't trying to eat us. There are kinds here that even Connor can't identify and that's just what we can see from sitting in this tree.

The Anomaly shows no signs of reopening. I wonder what happened to Danny. Since we are still here we can assume that Helen failed to wipe humanity out of existence, so he must have been successful. But what did it cost him?

Sarah, Becker, wherever, whenever you are, I hope you can find a way to bring us home.

Flipping on a couple of pages of carefully drawn dinosaur sketches and a few pressed leafs she found another entry.

Day 6, Gibbous moon (waning)

I ventured out of the tree today. Found a stream so I topped up our water supplies. I've been thinking we should probably set up some kind of more permanent camp, and I found a tree that looks pretty good for it. I managed to persuade Connor, so we're heading out there early morning tomorrow.

I've been wondering about what to do with our food situation. I really don't want to start hunting and risk completely messing up the future but I don't see that we have a choice. I tried a load of leaves but I don't think they were edible. Not if the vomiting was any indication.

Day 9, last quarter

I'm shattered. I had to climb the tree, fix up a rope and hoist Connor into the tree. I don't even want to think about how much I still have to do to make this an actual habitable place. Before we left the old tree, I built a cairn. We should be able to recognize the site now. Or Sarah and Becker will realize we're nearby. Hopefully.

Day 10, crescent moon (waning)

I hoisted a few logs into the tree. They make a very basic platform, but it's better than nothing.

I've come to the conclusion we have to hunt. If not we're going to starve to death, and some archeologist will get really upset when they find fossilized human bones from the cretaceous.

I will head out early tomorrow morning. I really don't want to do it but I don't see we have a choice.

She remembered her first hunting trip. She had set out early morning with sharpened stick in one hand and a knife in the other. But her lack of experience as a hunter had caused her to wonder out of the forest and into the meadow where the herbivores were grazing. The sight of all these gentle giants was incredible and she had simply stood there staring for a few minutes.

Tearing herself away from the sight she had seen some kind of small mammal with its snout buried in the ground. Positioning herself downwind of the creature, she had thrown the improvised spear, and creeping closer to the injured animal had put it out of its misery using the knife.

Killing the creature had been one thing, but cooking it was another. Connor had pointed out when she had gotten it back to their tree that the smell would attract predators. They had worked quickly, skinning the animal and spitting it over the fire which they hoped would be an adequate deterrent to any predators.

The cooked meat had been quickly devoured and what little was left packed away for another day. The bone had been used to make better weapons and a few tools. And they had gone to sleep that night feeling full, happy and proactive.

Temporarily.

The next morning had been back to a desperate but fading hope that they could fix the device and go home.

Sighing again, Abby began to record today's trip in the battered book.