Owen's eyes found Maisie in the back, her eyes wide, breath rapid. His wasn't any slower, the adrenaline nearly shooting his heart rate through his chest. It'd match the hole in his side. His leg only gave off a minimal throb so he didn't waste any concern on it. He steered the car with one hand, holding his side with the other as it continued to bleed. Leaving no hands to do his seatbelt and shut up that annoying dinging!

"Did they..." Maisie's voice quivered. "They ate that man."

She was too observant for her own good. Owen sought for some way to distract her, but he only came up with. "Any of my sweatshirts back there?"

Maisie looked around and under the seats, only to shake her head. They went over a bump and that sent fiery jolts into Owen's ribs. He wanted to close his eyes, seeth the pain and mounting frustration- and a few choice words- through his teeth, but he needed to keep all his focus on the road. The few compies that had given chase to their car had vanished from his side mirror, but that didn't comfort Owen. And they still had twelve minutes to the trailer...

"Maisie," Owen slowed enough to have a steady gaze with her in the rearview. "I'm gonna need you... use your jacket... to stop the bleeding okay?"

Maisie shook her head again, fearfully this time. Owen sighed, held an even tone. "I can't stop. There's duct tape in the back. We need to tape... something over it to make sure I don't bleed out."

Ok, that was a little harsh. The wound was bleeding, but it wasn't deep. Infection was going to be the biggest concern and it wasn't going to he fun while it healed. But he didn't know how else to spur her to help. Owen shifted, risking more pain. "Hey, look at me."

She did, shoulders relaxing with the motion.

"I trust you to do this... alright." Owen told her before he had to come back to the road. "You'll... umph... need to fold your jacket into a square. You'll press it over the wound... and tape it there. Easy as tying your shoe."

"O-Okay." Maisie nodded, working her jacket off. She moved up when she had it folded and Owen lifted his right arm while continuing to drive. He bit his lip when he encouraged her to press the clothing on tight. "Tape an X over it, a few times so it doesn't slip."

She did this expertly, then sat back when finished, her chest rising and falling. She dropped the roll of duct tape and stared at her hands. Owen then realized they were smudged with his blood. Oh, great Grady! Adding years of therapy onto her psyche.

He sped them the rest of the way to the trailer, mentally going over the supplies in his first aid kit. There was still plenty of thread left after he'd stitched Claire up, but he didn't know about gauze... Owen reached the rise and parked, ready to take a moment before getting out. But then Maisie was flying out her door and running for the trailer.

"Maisie?" Owen pushed his door open, but his side hindered him from catching up to her. He finally did, the trailer door wide open and Maisie scrubbing her hands like mad over the sink. The subs were red and so were her eyes as she cried. She had been doing too much of that lately. Owen climbed in, pausing yet again to catch his breath. "Maisie."

She just scrubbed harder, not turning to look at him. "I'm sorry! I-I-I'm so-orry."

Owen's hand fell away from the duct tape, finding more hurt in her tears and fear then in anything. He stepped in beside her, grabbing paper towels with his clean hand. Maisie took them, working them feverishly over her hands. "I'm... I'm s-sorry Owen..."

Owen shook his head. "It's ok-"

"It's not." Maisie shook her head back. "This i-is because of me-e-e!"

"Maisie." Owen watched her, still drying her hands. He knelt down. "Hey... kid, that's enough."

He grabbed her hands, only to have her drop the towels and hug him tight around the neck. Owen was taken aback, considering she was supposed to be mad at him. He eased his arm around her anyway, letting her cry on his shoulder. Her little body shook when she hiccuped and her arms never stopped clinging. Like a lifeline. Like it or not, the kid had attached herself to him, looked up to him. How long had he been looking forward to that with his own kids? Now, it'd been dropped into his lap and he'd tossed it aside.

"You patched me up good." Owen said when Maisie's sobs had calmed down. "Might need some stitches, but I'l be fine."

"But I caused it." Maisie whispered in terror. Owen sighed, half from the pain this position was giving him. "If we're going to talk about this, I need to sit down."

Maisie pulled back and Owen pointed to the first aid kit, kept in the shelving under the table. He stretched out across the floor, back to the sink, looking over his leg. Maisie retrieved the kit and opened it as Owen ripped off the tape and Maisie's soiled jacket. He needed to inspect it before stitching it up, but disinfecting came first. "Scissors."

Maisie gave him the scissors and Owen cut the tattered cloth of his shirt away, exposing the teeth and claw-sized holes decorating the side of his torso. Not as deep as he'd feared, so maybe no stitches. Maisie cringed back as Owen swabbed at it with rubbing alcohol. Owen managed a grin at her. "These'll turn out to be really cool scars. Gauze."

She tore open a square patch and handed it to him. "You think that I was wrong?"

Owen paused, eyeing her. She trusted him... that included honesty. He stuck the gauze to his side. "Yes."

Her head went down in shame.

"But I'm not going to fault you for doing what you thought was right." Owen told her with another layer of gauze. "Not everyone has the courage to do that."

He concentrated on the wound, already clotting. That was good. His gaze went back to Maisie, who looked... spent. And guilty as she watched him cover the gauze with surgical tape. He hid it from her with what was left of his shirt, getting her to look up at him. "Mistakes can weigh us down, if we let them. I know a thing or two about that."

Maisie wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "What mistakes could you make?"

Owen about snorted. "Plenty. Including the one I made yesterday... I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Maisie took that with a puzzled look. "Why did you?"

Again, how to explain this? Owen thought back on that morning before leaving for the island; he'd heard Claire call his name and turned around to find her. He'd spent that night watching the videos of Blue and her fellow raptors, but in the end...

"I had an idea of how things were going to turn out, after the island." Owen turned his attention to his leg, readying another alcohol swab. "They didn't, and now we've got dinosaurs running around and..." he stopped himself before it became a tangent. "It's frustrating to accept that. Having to focus on one thing when you'd rather focus on another."

Now she looked confused. Owen tried to backtrack. "It's something adults face a lot. You'll get it in ten years."

He didnt' really have anything to follow that. Maisie sensed this and relaxed her posture, sitting cross-legged. Her eyes went deep and thoughtful, her thumbs fussing with each other. "I... I know that they have to die."

Owen paused wrapping his ankle, pegged by the conflict lingering in her voice. He watched this kid, obsessed with watching the motions of her hands... like they suddenly weren't hers. "Once they're gone... it'll just be me."

She met Owen's gaze, saddened. "'Nobody will ever understand'. That's what people say when they exaggerate. I can't because... I was never..." Her breath cam faster, but she fought it off. "I panicked because I wanted someone to understand."

Owen stopped her, keeping her chin up with his hand. "This doesn't make you a bad kid; not to me and not to Claire. If anything, it'll make you wiser." He eyed her hard. "You learn. Just like everyone else."

He believed that, and wanted her to believe the same. What Owen had told Claire in the car he believed; Maisie had rights, and she had heart for sure. They were the ones that were going to have to back her up on that, until she didn't need them anymore to believe it. Because he knew not everyone would be as understanding as them.

"Okay." Maisie pushed her hair behind her ears. "I'll learn. But only if you and Claire teach me."

That was a tall order, but Owen smiled at the thought of it. "Forgive me then?"

Maisie withheld a nod, weighing her leverage in his request. "Can we finish the cabin?"

"Motion sensors first."

"Alright." Maisie sighed, the first grin cracking across her damp cheeks. About time too; she'd been crying way too much.