Jurassic World: Return to Isla Nublar – Chapter 43: Herrerasaurus Rescue
A/N: What a great book! Chapter 43 is officially published! Of course, be expecting lots cool dinosaur/human action and some unexpected turns in this chapter. All the upcoming chapters will be leading up to a (hopefully) awesome climax . . . though I'm still not sure how it's going to all play out yet. If any of you guys have some ideas, please let me know. Also, if you've got any questions, feel free to ask. For those of you who haven't already, please be sure to check out my poll on my profile page. Enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Jurassic Park except the very characters I've made up.
Dr. Sarah Malcolm scanned the jungle below through her binoculars. If only she could locate the other half of the missing team. Just two minutes ago she received a call from Rebecca that they'd contacted half of the missing research team near the southern part of the island. This had given Sarah great hope of finding the others. But all she could see were trees, trees, trees . . . a few rocks between the trees . . . and more trees. In the distance though, she noticed a herd of Brachiosaurus, their necks sticking high into the tree tops to get at the leaves.
She smiled with awe upon seeing the majestic creatures. She'd seen some Mamenchisaurus on Sorna back in 1997, but these were the very first Brachiosaurus that she'd seen in the flesh; living and breathing animals. The herd she was observing appeared to be in a section of the open woodland that dominated much of the northern parts of the island.
"Hey captain!" she exclaimed. "Head to the left."
"Do you see the team?"
"No," Sarah responded, "but there's something else of interest."
The captain complied and the chopper hovered over to the herd of sauropods, close enough to see them well, but far enough away so that the chopper's sound wouldn't scare them. Nonetheless, the noise was quite loud and the gentle vegetarians looked over in surprise.
They bellowed loudly at the helicopter, not sure what to make of it. A juvenile individual stood up on its hind legs and yelped at the chopper. Sarah laughed.
Malcolm went over to the window next to Sarah and grinned. These dinosaurs really are thriving, he thought. Life found a way, again.
Beneath the herd of giant dinosaurs, Malcolm noticed several smaller animals scampering around the clearing.
"Those are hypsys, I think," Sarah told him. "You know, Ian. You weren't kidding when you said these dinosaurs really make you feel like you're a midget. These guys are massive, even from up here!"
"Yeah, they did it. Those crazy InGen scientists actually did it."
The Brachiosaurus leader made a low earth-grinding moan and the herd started moving away from the strange flying machine.
"I guess it's time for us to get a move on too," Malcolm said softly.
He gave the order to the captain and the helicopter continued the search for the missing team.
Maybe if they built a fire, she thought, we'll be able to see the smoke from here.
She turned back to her husband and said, "Be sure to look for signs of a campfire."
"You think they'd build one during the daytime?" Malcolm questioned.
"Perhaps. Maybe they set one up to signal any passing planes or helicopters. Plus, they can keep the dinosaurs away."
"Not sure that would work with a Tyrannosaurus."
Sarah shrugged and looked out the window again. Suddenly, she barely noticed several figures running through the open woodlands below them. No . . . it couldn't be . . . she thought. Zooming in on the figures, Sarah learned that her eyes weren't deceiving her and she gasped – Dr. Alan Grant, Dr. Laura Sorkin, Captain Ryan Muldoon, two other soldiers and Taylor were running from something. But she'd done it! She'd found the other half of the missing team!
"GUYS! I FOUND THEM!" Sarah screamed. Malcolm and the soldier in the chopper – who we'll call Chuck – quickly went over to where Sarah was.
"Wow! I can't believe it!" the Chuck exclaimed.
Malcolm nodded his head. "Yes, that's them alright. Good job, Sarah. This almost seems too easy."
Sarah winced. "But something's wrong. They seem to be chased by something . . ." she scanned the woodlands behind them and saw two medium-sized theropods pining after them, only slowed down by the terrain and the foliage.
"What are those things?" the Chuck asked.
"Herrerasaurus by the looks of it. They're predatory! We need to rescue them right away!"
"Tiny problem," the pilot answered. "The foliage is too thick for me to land or release the rope ladder. We need to find a clearing or something."
"There's one over there. It's on a hill. I think that's where Dr. Grant's leading the others."
Grant led the group through the open woodland. He'd led them through the thickest shrubbery he could find, that way they'd be temporarily slowing the pursuing Herrerasaurus down. Unfortunately, it was only helping so much.
"We've got to reach that helicopter before they miss us," Ryan told him. "You think we can reach the clearing on time?"
"We've got no choice!" Dr. Sorkin said. "We must reach them!"
Grant risked a look back and saw the Herrerasaurus rather easily slip through the foliage. They were a couple hundred yards away and were quickly closing the gap. As they came to a large log, despite their weight, the dinosaurs leaped over it with grace and agility, much like the raptors would. Their reptilian feet splashed in the mud and the chase was back on.
We're almost there! Grant thought. As they got closer and closer to the clearing, he noticed that much of it consisted of a slight incline. Hopefully this wouldn't slow them down too much.
Finally, the burst from the woodland and into the clearing. The group ran as fast as they could up the incline. Just as they reached halfway up the incline, the helicopter flew just over the incline and hovered. A rope ladder was slowly being descended down to ground level.
"Hey guys!" yelled a female voice from the helicopter hovering above them.
"They found us!" Ryan exclaimed and they stopped running for their lives. "We're saved!"
But Ryan spoke too soon as the Herrerasaurus pair rushed out of the forest and paused. The rich color patterns on their scaly skin was now fully revealed in the harsh tropical sunshine. But this was deceiving, as the owners of the colorful skin patterns were ruthless killers that would stop at nothing to get a hold of their prey!
They took a quick look around before one of them quickly spotted their prey. He growled and hissed to his partner and she hissed back in reply. Without delay, the two predators emitted a high-pitched growl and began running toward Grant's group.
"You spoke too soon, Ryan," Dr. Sorkin said.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Well, obviously." The group started back running up the incline; the rope got closer and closer to the ground.
"Hurry with that ladder guys!" they heard the pilot utter. "Those dinosaurs are coming up pretty fast."
By the time Grant reached the top of the incline, the ladder was low enough for them to start climbing. He quickly helped Taylor on first before allowing Chuck #1 and #2 to go before him. The three of them scrambled up as fast as they could until Taylor was forced to stop about halfway up. She looked down and nearly went into a panic – she was quite a distance off the ground!
"I don't think I can do this!" Taylor cried. "I'm not usually afraid of heights, but this is too much!"
Chuck #2 encouraged her by saying, "You've got to keep going. I think being scared of heights is better than being eaten by a dinosaur. Remember: the tighter you hold on, the less likely you can fall off; the quicker you climb, means that you'll get to safety quickly too."
Taylor nodded and started back climbing.
Grant stood at the bottom of the ladder and looked back at Ryan and Dr. Sorkin, who were slightly lagging behind. The Herrerasaurus were only 10 meters away from their prey.
"Come on guys!" Grant yelled. "They're catching up, fast!"
"We're coming, Alan . . . oof!" Dr. Sorkin stumbled and fell onto the ground.
Ryan whirled around to help her up. "We're not finished with this yet, Doc," he told her. He grabbed her arm to help her up and the two of them raced for the ladder. Dr. Sorkin, Ryan and Grant (respectively) scrambled up as quickly as they could and before Grant had climbed ten feet, the helicopter began to rise rapidly into the air.
Below them, the Herrerasaurus stopped a good 20 feet from where the ladder was, as they were unfamiliar with the sound of the helicopter. They growled and snapped at their escaping prey. Unfortunately for them, there was nothing more they could do to try and catch them. Reluctantly, the two dinosaurs turned around and strode back into the forest. It wasn't long before their colorful markings camouflaged them so well that they couldn't be seen.
Still dangling several tens of feet above the ground (and the helicopter was still rising), Grant struggled to get into the chopper.
"Come on, Grant!" said Chuck. "Grab my hand."
As Chuck stretched out his hand, Grant quickly grabbed on and was pulled upward. Finally, they were safe at last.
After everyone was settled in their seats on the chopper, conversation among them began.
"I must say, I'm glad to see you all back safe and sound," Malcolm said.
"Yeah," Grant agreed. "I'm glad to be back."
"What were those things?" asked the Chuck.
"Herrerasaurus," Dr. Sorkin told him. "A medium-sized carnivore from Triassic Argentina. After breeding them, we were able to classify them as a type of theropod."
"Yeah, I knew those were hairy-saurusus the whole time," said the pilot.
Dr. Sorkin continued: "The Herrerasaurus were going to be used as an alternative to the Velociraptors after the raptor incident happened in the park in case the raptors weren't 'calmed down' enough before the park opened."
"They don't seem any better than the raptors to me," Ryan objected.
"Though it's true that their perseverance during a hunt can make them just about as dangerous as raptors, they're not as intelligent. Therefore, we wouldn't have to worry about them breaking out so often like we did with the raptors."
Sarah inquired, "How was it out there?"
Taylor exclaimed, "It was totally awesome! I never thought I'd get to see real live dinosaurs in my life! They're all so cool! There are all kinds of other creatures on the island too like this giant crocodile/whale thing that we saw on the river and these flying reptiles . . . and the raptors were pretty gnarly too. And I didn't even get to the lava yet! Seeing lava with my own eyes was unbelievable!"
Ryan leaned over to Grant and whispered, "The way Taylor's talking about it, you'd think we'd been trapped in a fully-functioning amusement park."
Malcolm turned to Taylor. "I take it you're that stowaway everyone's been talking about," he noted.
Taylor sighed. "How many times do I have to tell people? I'm not a stowaway!"
"I hate to break up the conversation," the pilot said to the passengers, "but now that we've found the one half of the group and since the other half is south of here, we might as well not keep searching for anything, right?"
"You're right," Malcolm agreed with a nod. "Take us back to the Visitor Center."
With that, the helicopter was turned around and on its way back.
"You know," Malcolm started, "now that I think about it, this was almost too easy. We found the missing team members and we're on our way back."
"Uh guys," the pilot said, "I think we're approaching something below us."
"Dinosaurs?" Sarah asked.
"No, buildings."
The others winced. Buildings?
Everyone looked out the window and saw a relatively large clearing below them – in the clearing was a rather large building; to the right of it were eight smaller rectangle-shaped buildings arranged in two rows (four in each row). Slightly to the north of these buildings were several fences forming what looked like ten relatively small enclosures for animals.
"What is this place?" Grant asked Dr. Sorkin. The female scientist could only shrug.
"I don't know, Alan. It looks like a laboratory of some kind, but there aren't supposed to be any this advanced on this island, aside from the one in the Visitor Center. We reserved that stuff for Site B."
Malcolm looked thoughtful. These definitely look like laboratories, or perhaps a laboratory center. I wonder if they've been used recently . . . Biosyn's here on the island, so this might have something to do with them. We definitely need to look into this.
Malcolm looked the buildings over again and nodded. "I guess we should take a quick look down there and see if there's any activity." He turned to the pilot. "We need you to land the chopper near that laboratory down there."
"Yes, sir," the pilot responded.
Malcolm turned to Sarah and said, "Tell Rebecca that we found the other half of the missing team and what we've found."
Sarah nodded and retrieved her radio.
It was 3:14 p.m. when Lester walked out of the trailer and into the sunlight. Following closely behind him was Hammond.
"Well, I hope they find some evidence as to what happened to everyone in the Visitor Center," Lester admitted.
"You and me both," Hammond agreed.
As if on queue, a soldier hurried over to Lester and Hammond and began to speak. "Great news, Lester! Rebecca just told me–"
"Oh, let me guess: the mosasaur had kiddies," Lester said sarcastically.
"Uh, no sir. Actually, first of all, the Malcolm's rescued the other half of the team!"
Now Hammond and Lester were paying full attention. "Half of the team?" Hammond asked. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, they've found Dr. Grant, Dr. Sorkin–"
"Oh, thank goodness."
". . . Captain Ryan, two other soldiers and the stowaway girl."
"When will they be back?" Lester asked, remaining as neutral as possible.
"Not affirmative," the soldier said. "They spotted some buildings and they're going to conduct a quick investigation."
"An investi. . .?" Lester sighed. Already the group was sidetracked . . . then again . . . "What buildings?"
"They say the area where the buildings are located looks like a village for a laboratory center of some kind. Malcolm's speculating if this has something to do with Biosyn, since they're here on the island."
"Where is it on the island?" Hammond asked.
"Northwestern side."
Hammond thought, Could be Biosyn . . . but at the same time, it could most definitely be something of Biosyn. "They should go check it out. If Biosyn has anything to do with–"
"Alright," Lester said. "Just tell them to notify us as soon as they confirm what it is. If it has something to do with Biosyn, we'll need more soldiers over there, pronto."
"Yes sir," the soldier answered. "The other piece of good news is that Rebecca's contacted the other half of the team – Lex, Tim, Kailey, two of the soldiers and Levine – via radio and Eric, Kelly and the bunch are going over to rescue them now."
"Ha ha!" Hammond exclaimed excitedly. "This is the most wonderful news I've heard in a long time! I knew they weren't goners!"
Lester nodded in approval. "This is good news, actually."
The soldier smiled. "If you think that's good news, listen to this: they have someone from Biosyn with them."
"Biosyn?"
"Yes. I suppose she'll be useful in learning some insight into what's going on with that company."
"Yes, it will. Well, get back to work then."
The soldier nodded and left.
Hammond cried out in joy. "Yes! I knew they were still alive! I just knew it! I have a sixth sense when it comes to these sort of things! I knew it! By golly I knew it!
"Settle down," Lester ordered, "they're not here yet."
"You'd say the same thing if they were here."
Lewis Dodgson pressed onward through the jungle and stuffed more berries into his mouth. After leaving the berry bushes, he hadn't stopped walking. No matter what it took or how long it would take, he was going to get himself off this island. His stomach was pressing for food, but all he could provide for himself were berries, and it would take a lot of these little berries to be enough to fill him; he'd be eating for a while.
The berries were sweet to the taste and even had a hint of sweet scent upon them. Dodgson was pleased that the fruit appeared to be in season so he wouldn't have to worry about getting sick.
OK, this venture obviously didn't go so well, Dodgson thought. I bet this island's going to be restricted, just like Site B, so we won't be able to get on it so easily. There's got to be a way we can save Biosyn . . . but this is the only way I could think of!
Just then, Dodgson felt a sudden wooziness overcome him and he tripped, only avoiding a fall to the jungle floor by grasping a nearby tree trunk. "Whoa, get a hold of yourself, Lewis," he told himself. He tried to walk forward, but he was feeling even more dizzy than before. His heart-rate increased and his vision became blurry and disfigured; the colors of the jungle began to turn brilliant and a bright spectrum of reds, yellows, purples and blues. Trees, leaves, sky and forest floor began to swirl and confuse Dodgson.
"Whoa, what's happening to me now?"
Dodgson was loosing his sense of balance fast, so he threw his body against a nearby tree. That's when a familiar chattering sound was heard. Dodgson looked to his left and saw a small dinosaur walk toward him – a Compsognathus. Three more Compsognathus exited the foliage behind the first. The social dinosaurs chirped excitedly, but to Dodgson, the sounds he was hearing through his ears were amplified . . . the number of dinosaurs he saw was multiplied, so instead of seeing four compies, he believed he was looking at around twice that number!
The dinosaurs made high-pitched growls as they approached him.
"Get away from me, you creeps!" Dodgson yelled. He started walking backward and he tripped over a tree root, falling to the ground with a thud. His eyes closed for just a moment as he wondered why he was feeling this way. Wait, I bet it was those berries! I should have known better than to eat those things!
Dodgson felt a sharp nip on his shoulder; opening his eyes he saw a compy standing over him, bearing its sharp little teeth. He lunged at the dinosaur, who darted out of the way just in time. More chattering and chirping Compsognathus approached Dodgson from their hidden places in the low-growing foliage. Dodgson rose to his feet and took several steps back. He kicked in vain at the little dinosaurs. "Get out of here! Pick on someone your own size!"
Suddenly, a compy leaped up at Dodgson and sunk its teeth into his arm! Dodgson cried out in pain and the dinosaur released its grip – his arm now bore tiny tooth marks and blood oozed out. Another dinosaur leaped for Dodgson and this time he turned and started running in the opposite direction. One of the Compsognathus grew even more vocally excited and they pursued their weakened prey. Much like modern carnivores, the compies were able to sense when an animal or person was at a weakened state and took full advantage of the opportunity!
Dodgson rushed through the low-growing foliage around him before tripping on his own feet and falling to the ground, face down. The Compsognathus pack attacked! A few individuals leaped onto his back and began snapping and nipping at his clothes. Their teeth tore right through the fabric with ease. But Dodgson scrambled to his feet and shook the dinosaurs off of him and faced his attackers . . . Dodgson wouldn't be getting out of this situation very easily!
The Brachiosaurus Levine's group was following made steady progress across the plains. The sun was finally on its way down by and this meant that it would be a lot cooler soon.
"As much as I'd like to study the dinosaurs more, I'm glad we'll be getting home soon!" Levine said.
"I can't believe it either," Kailey stated.
Tim sighed. "A burger sounds so good right now."
"Yeah, a burger with everything on it would be great," Lex said, "with a side of fries."
"No onions on mine."
"An apple turnover would be nice too!" Kailey added.
"Quit everyone!" Halley snapped. "You're making me hungry!"
"And you'll stop hunger for several carnivores too if I don't hear an end to your constant complaining and whining." Then Rob smiled and said, "The first thing I plan to do when we get off this island is spend 24 hours in bed, resting without fear for my life."
Levine grinned. That does sound nice right about now. He looked back ahead of them at the marching sauropods. Like a herd of elephants walking across a dusty plain, their strides were an amazing feat for such a heavy creature. The ground shook with every step the behemoths took, but not as much as you might expect from these enormous creatures. Levine knew that a dinosaur like Brachiosaurus could be relatively light for its size because of one important feature – hollow bones. Many of the bones of sauropods are filled with holes and air pockets; they were relatively light, yet strong at the same time. Before scientists learned about this feature, they believed Brachiosaurus and its kin weighed in anywhere between 80-100 tons! But because the bones weren't solid, the 50-foot tall, 85-foot long Brachiosaurus adults could weigh a mere 50 or so tons!
The largest Brachiosaurus in the herd was probably the leader – the alpha male. Periodically, he would look back at his herd and bellow loudly, ushering them onward. It's a good thing they don't consider us a threat to them or their offspring, Levine thought, otherwise we could be pulverized in seconds! One of those giant feet on us would turn us into a pancake! Just then, Levine noticed another large individual in the herd that was starting to lag behind; he was limping. Apparently something hurt in his right foot. Poor guy, I hope he'll be alright.
All of a sudden, the alpha male shot a glance to the far right of him and emitted a low yelp. Levine wasn't sure why he made that sound until he himself looked in the same direction – coming across the plains toward the herd was none other than a medium-sized theropod with three crests atop its head – Ceratosaurus! It was a male based on the bright red coloration of the head.
Oh no! Levine exclaimed via his thoughts. I bet he's in the mood for a hunt!
The ceratosaur took its time as it approached the herd. A few sauropod adults glanced over at it, but they didn't seem to concerned.
"Hey, Levine," Lex started, "there are Ceratosaurus in the area."
"I know, I see it."
"It? No, I see more than one. There's two coming up from the left side."
Looking to the left, Levine indeed saw a male and female Ceratosaurus approaching the herd. Their jaws were agape as they got a good look at the herd; salivation dribbled from their toothy maws. The male growled to his mate; she snarled back in reply and they continued to close the gap between themselves and the herd.
Halley gasped. "You don't think they're hunting us, do you?"
Levine shook his head. "Don't be silly, we're too close to the sauropod herd, and you'd need an awful lot of Ceratosaurus before they could even consider bringing down a Brachiosaurus, even in a herd."
"But there are more of them approaching," Tim observed.
Just as Tim had said, more Ceratosaurus were coming from the sidelines. There were seven in all.
A large male roared loudly at the Brachiosaurus. The sauropods began to emit loud braying calls – they were getting panicked. They started walking a bit faster than before, traveling as fast as they could. Then a female Ceratosaurus growled and charged at the herd! But the problem was that her focus wasn't exactly on the herd itself, but what was tracking the herd!
"She's coming this way!" Kailey exclaimed. Without further ado, the humans ran toward their large protectors and into the safety of the herd.
Apparently, the other six Ceratosaurus couldn't wait any longer, and they charged! The mated pair were the closest to the herd at the given moment and ran 30 mph across the even ground. They swerved to avoid tufts of vegetation that sprouted out of the relatively dry ground. The bright red head of the male Ceratosaurus made him look even more menacing!
I think we'll make it to the herd in time! Halley thought. "Once we're in the herd," she began, "do you think we'll be safe from the predators?"
"Hard to say," Tim told her. "We have no idea how far these animals will go in terms of attacking us because we've never seen the living creatures in action before today."
"But don't you study dinosaur fossils?"
"Fossils," Tim replied as the group finally caught up to the herd. "They're dead animals."
As they entered the rear of the herd, the sound these now-stampeding sauropods were making sounded almost like a stampeding herd of buffalo, just much louder. They bellowed and moaned in a panicked fashion, hoping that the Ceratosaurus would leave them alone. The weakling individual was having a hard time keeping up on his damaged foot. Despite their size, the Brachiosaurus were moving quite fast: around 12 mph, which was more of a fast walk than a run.
Suddenly, as they came up behind a large sauropod, the dinosaur's tail went swinging through the air and downward, toward Levine and the others.
"Look out!" Kailey cried as she yanked Tim out of the way.
Rob grabbed Halley's arm and she yelled, "Get off of me!"
Most of the group successfully dodged, but by the time Halley saw it coming . . . SMACK! Hitting her like a runaway freight train, the tail knocked Halley off of her feet like a rag doll, a meter or two into the air. Then after landing on the hard ground she continued to tumble for a few yards before eventually coming to a stop.
Halley's world was turned upside-down; she couldn't think clearly and the pain she was experiencing was more than she thought she could handle. It was quite surpising that she was still conscious after such an impact Her whole face was now bloodied up and oozing with wounds. What happened? Lying on her back, she almost failed to notice the pair of Ceratosaurus coming in her direction. She panicked and quickly got to her feet, which was very difficult to do because of how she'd hit the ground, and ran away. Behind her, the dinosaurs made their characteristic roar/cackle sound.
"Go pick on someone your own size!" Halley exclaimed. She didn't dare look back, as she didn't want to slow down. That's when she remembered what she and Levine's group had done when chased by a Ceratosaurus before – they zigzagged!
As the male Ceratosaurus approached Halley, she suddenly jinxed to the left, dodging its jaws . . . but Halley forgot one "tiny" detail. As she jinxed left, pain from dozens of sharp teeth were felt in her left arm and she was violently pulled off her feet and thrown onto the ground by the female Ceratosaurus, putting her into even more pain. The dinosaur shook her prey from side to side while dragging it along the ground to further injure it. Halley screamed loudly as the dinosaur released her jaws to get a firmer grip when the male came alongside her. He opened his jaws to crunch into Halley's body when his mate snapped back at him. The male roared back at her; she snapped back at her mate.
This continued for about 30 seconds until the male finally got his mate to step aside. But when they both looked back at their prey, she was gone! The pair sniffed the air, trying to get her scent. Unfortunately for them however, they couldn't recover the smell, so they started running back toward the Brachiosaurus herd.
Not far from the Ceratosaurus pair, Halley Dodgson lied behind a tall tuft of grass, only avoiding detection because she was downwind. She wasn't in a very good status at the moment – her face was burning in pain, her body hurt all over and she could hardly move her left arm; it might have been broken.
But on the positive side, she escaped the jaws of her predators.
Eric Kirby drove further into the plains. They'd already reached the last recorded spot where Levine's group was and were moving east, next to the waterhole. Considering they were driving and not walking, Eric figured they'd be on them pretty soon.
"The contrast of habitats on Nublar are really amazing," Kelly commented. "You've got jungles and grassy fields and now a semi-arid habitat."
"Yes, it is very diverse," Stanley agreed. "Sort of reminds me of Africa, except for all the dinosaurs out here . . . like that one!"
Stanley pointed upward at a large Pteranodon flying high above them.
"Pteranodon's not a dinosaur," Eric told him.
Kelly winced. "Do you hear something?"
"What do you mean?"
"Listen."
Eric pulled the jeep to a stop and as the group listened, they heard the sounds of what sounded like a herd of stampeding animals in the direction they were headed. "We'd better go check it out," Eric said.
A/N: I know it seems a little weird that there would be a semi-arid region on a tropical island not too far away from Costa Rica, but I've read that Isla Nublar has one. Since this area hasn't been explored in the films, I decided it would be a terrific place for Levine's group to wind up meeting the herd of Brachiosaurus and the deadly Ceratosaurus. Since we're nearing the end of the story, what's your guy's favorite dinosaur that's appeared in the story so far? Please review, favorite and follow this story if you haven't already and have a great week! R&r!