Well, after a very long argument about what to do, we decided to go back to the plane and recover what we could. The only people against it were Paul and Amanda. Of course, the only reason is because they want to find their son. I was inside of the plane, looking for my bad. I know I had brought it...at least I think I did. "Looking for this?" Turning around, I found Billy holding my bag with on finger and a smirk on his face. I was in a grouchy mood and let's just say my response wasn't very kind. Even for me. "Don't use that language with me young lady!" I had grabbed my bag from him and I sighed turning around to face him. "Look, I'm sorry Billy. I'm just kind of freaking out here. You know, because we're probably going to die and all. Plus, I'm worried that thing will come back. I feel like I know it's name, it's on the tip of my tongue." "It'll come to you. And on the subject of dying, if we do die, I don't want to die on bad terms with you." I sighed with relief, grateful that I didn't have to be the one to bring it up.
"I'm glad you brought that up, Billy I'm really sorry. I was just mad and sad and all my emotions were mixed up with the plane crash." For some reason, I found myself holding back tears. I guess he sensed this because he pulled me into a hug. "Hey, it's okay kid. I was pretty harsh on you too. I love you, you know that right?" I nodded and told him, "Yea, I know. And Billy?" "Yea?" "Don't call me a kid, especially in this situation. I'm acting like anything but a kid." "You're right Abby." I hugged him once more and told him, "Now go away, I want to change." He chuckled and walked away from me. I changed into this- Not my design! and without the scarf!*
I took my bag and threw it around my shoulders, walking over to Billy and Alan. Alan was just asking Billy, "How would you classify it Billy?" Billy was taking picture of the dinosaurs footprints. I was still trying to remember the name, ugh! I read a book all about dinosaurs, and I know that one was in there. I also did a lot of research in case someone needed to know anything at the site. Billy looked up, "Well, it's a super predator." Yea, like THAT wasn't obvious enough. Alan just nodded his head and Billy decided on it, "Suchimimus.-" He made a gesture with his hands, making a snout and saying, "the snout." Alan shook his head this time, "No, think bigger." "Baryonyx?" "Not with that sail." Suddenly it hit me! I barged into the conversation, "Spinosaurus Aegypticus." They both looked at me, equally surprised. I told Billy, "Hey, you're right. It just popped into my head." I heard him mutter, "I didn't actually think you knew it." "Heard that! And yea, I did research on dinosaurs." They both asked, "Why?" "Well...I kind of like dinosaurs. Although I have to admit, this experience already is starting to bring them way down on my list of things to study. Not that I actually study important things like Math and Science." Truly, I don't. That stuff doesn't really interest me. I like adventurous stuff, things I can get into the field with. But I'll tell you, this is as close to the field I ever wanna get again!
They kept on with the conversation, Billy saying, "Spinosaurus. I don't remember that on Ingen's list." Alan answered, "That's because it wasn't on their list, and it makes me wonder what else they were up to." "Hold on! That wasn't on there list? What kind of other things do you think are out here then?" Alan shook his head and told me, "I don't know." I sighed, knowing that was the best answer I was going to get. Billy looked over as Paul, who was trying to get his back pack on and looked mighty stupid while trying. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who could climb mountains and go into space. I leaned towards Billy and asked him, "Didn't you say he climbed K2?" "Yea, because that's what he told us." Hmm, suspicious.
We walked towards Paul and Billy asked him, "So, Mr. Kirby tell me, when you climbed K2, did you base camp at twenty-five or thirty thousand feet?" Paul looked like he was trying to think of the best answer and finally said, as confidently as he could, "Thirty thousand feet, w-we were pretty close to the top." Ha! That's at least a thousand feet above! Billy looked down and back up and told him, "You were about a thousand feet above it, actually." I'm just going to call him Mr. Kirby because Paul sounds too grown up for me. Mr. Kirby looked as though he had been caught, "No, no, that's a common mistake-" "Mr. Kirby. There's no such thing as Kirby Enterprises is there?" Alan decided to finally hop into this interrogation. Mr. Kirby looked guilty as he told us, "It's Kirby Paint and Tile Plus. The plus stands for bathroom fixtures. We're in the Westgate Shopping Center, Enid, Oklahoma."
Yea, like anybody cares where you come from. Billy asked him, "So I don't supposed that check you wrote us is any good." I looked at him, disbelieving, "We were being paid?!" He lowered his voice so only I could hear him, "I was planning on telling you." "When? As we're having tea in the stomach of some giant carnivorous dinosaur?" He chuckled a little and we both turned to walk away. Alan was saying, "This is good. This is good." "Now, I will pay you the money, no matter what." "Here we are in the worst place in the world, and we're not even being paid." We were walking down a trail, Mr. Kirby at our heels. "Alright, now wait, guys. Hold on, I'll make it up to you. If you ever do a bathroom or a kitchen-" "Shut up!" He was cut off by me yelling at him and Alan laughed, "I can see how you two are related." Billy and I both laughed at that.
We were walking through the jungle and Mrs. Kirby just out of the blue started yelling, "Eric!" "Quiet!" Alan yelled at her, good thing too because I was about to make a not so nice comment to her. The Kirby's just bother me a lot, probably because they're the reason we're here. I like Udesky though, he's cool. And then Mr. Kirby yelled at her too, "Would you stop that? Dr. Grant says this is very dangerous territory." I love how he can't call him Alan as though he isn't good enough to. Well, I guess he kind of isn't. Mrs. Kirby told him, "Look, maybe we should split up or something. We could cover twice as much ground." "Dr. Grant says that's a bad idea." "Dr. Grant. Dr. Grant says." "Well, what's the good of hiring an expert if we're not gonna use his advice?" I could see Billy turning to say something to me already. But, it couldn't be helped. I was passing right by them and commented, "Hired? More like tricked."
I walked far ahead of them, but could still here them arguing. Mrs. Kirby chose to ignore what I said. Good idea too, if she starting fighting with me, she wouldn't win. She instead told him, "Yeah, except Dr. Grant isn't looking for Eric. He's looking for the coast." You should be too, I bet you probably won't find your son. I decided to refrain from telling them this because that would be a little over the top I guess. "Ok, fine go ahead and scream. Then when that Tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." I have to admit, I'm like Mr. Kirby more and more. He's actually pretty funny. "Oh, don't worry about that." "What?" "Nothing." "What did you say?" "Nevermind." "What did you say?" "God, Paul, just drop it!" I see why they got divorced. Udesky told Billy, "If we split us, I'm going with you guys." Wise decision Udesky. Wise decision.