When Claire next opened her eyes, the room was empty of both Owen, and her sleeping friends on the floor. Deciding she couldn't spend the rest of her day on the couch, Claire gingerly stood up, testing her leg to see how much pressure she could put on it. She knew she had quite a lot of work with the DPG now that the issue was literally on their doorstep, and she had no time to be set back by an injury. Claire gasped in pain when her foot hit the ground, tears filling her eyes. Frustrated with herself, she angrily blinked the tears away, gritted her teeth and started to limp out of the room in search of the kitchen. Once she dealt with her hunger pains, she would find a bathroom to freshen up. She needed to feel somewhat normal after everything they'd been through in the last few days.

She didn't have to go far to find the kitchen and started to make herself a sandwich.

This is how Owen found her, after going to check on her and not finding her on the couch where he'd left her. Owen rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat angered at Claire. He should have stayed with her, knowing she would try to walk on her injured leg instead of waiting for him to come back. When the others woke up, it was mid morning, so they left Claire to have breakfast and to get Maisie packed up with her essentials, knowing they couldn't stay at the manor much longer. They wanted to wait for Claire to wake up to discuss what was going to happen with Maisie and what on earth they were supposed to do with dinosaurs coexisting with humans.

Walking into the kitchen, Owen saw Claire had just finished making herself a sandwich and was heavily limping towards a chair.

Sighing, Owen sat down opposite Claire and prepared himself for the argument that was about happen.

'Claire, what do you think you're doing?'

'Making a sandwich,' Claire stated, sparing Owen a quick glance as she sat down.

'No, I mean what do you think you're doing walking around on that leg. You just had two giant holes stitched up. You need to keep the weight off for as long as possible.'

'I know my limits, Owen, and I'm perfectly capable of deciding if I can or can't walk on it.'

'And you called me stubborn,' Owen muttered angrily under his breath.

'No, Claire, that's where you're wrong. If we had gone to a hospital like I had wanted to in the first place, they would have made you stay there for at least a week or more, with complete bed rest.'

'In case you haven't noticed, we have bigger problems than my injured leg.'

'Yes, but if you don't look after it properly, it is going to become an even bigger problem for you!'

Claire glared at him when he raised his voice at her. There of course had been many arguments between them during their relationship which ended in both of them screaming at each other.

'Oh Owen, stop being dramatic! It's a leg injury, I'll survive!'

'That's the thing, Claire, you almost didn't! You have no idea how close you were to never waking up again.' Owen's voice had become softer at this point.

Claire stopped eating and her face softened, only just realising the impact this had on him.

'I'm sorry I worried you, Owen, but really, I'm ok now. But I don't have time to sit back for a week or two while there's dinosaurs out there to protect.'

'Claire, that can wait. You have to take care of yourself first.'

'You still don't get it! I owe it to those dinosaurs to make sure they are able to live out the rest of their lives in freedom, away from humans and not being exploited or used as weapons. They didn't ask to be brought back, we decided to play god and did that for them. My leg means nothing compared to what they are going through, what they will have to face in the future in a world they know nothing about.'

Owen reached across the table and took Claire's hand.

Zia, Franklin and Maisie took this time to walk in.

'Hey Claire, how's the leg?' Franklin asked.

'It's still there,' Claire joked with a smirk.

Owen didn't find this funny, but the others cracked a smile, glad to see that her sense of humour was still there.

'I'll have to take a look at your leg later, but right now we need to talk about what we're going to do.'

'I think we need get everyone from the DPG together and head back to the office. We're going to need to do a press conference and call our supporters, or what's left. We have some serious damage control to do and we don't have any more time to waste; they need us.'

'Wait, what's DPG?' Maisie asked, who had previously been happy to listen.

'Dinosaur Protection Group. I started it when the island's volcano became a threat to their lives and we were trying to get the governments support to save them. Now we need to find a way to get the dinosaurs back and find somewhere safe and isolated to put them.'

'We may have the answer to that; well, at least the isolated part. Mill's wasn't lying when he said Lockwood owned an island that was fully self sustain to relocate the dinosaurs. It actually exists! We just have to track the dinosaurs and find a way to take them there.'

'Oh, is that all,' Owen said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. 'And how are we supposed to do that?'

'I never said I had all the answers, raptor boy.'

Everyone sat in silence for a moment, letting it all sink it.

'What's going to happen to me?' Maisie asked in a small voice.

Owen and Claire locked eyes, silently communicating with the other and nodding in agreement.

'We'd like you to come with us, if that's what you want.' Claire assured her, taking her hand softly.

Claire didn't have time to react before Maisie launched herself at her in a hug, being mindful of her leg.

'Thanks Claire. I'm glad you're ok.'

Claire was shocked at first, but closed her eyes and returned the hug, softly stroking the girls hair. She had already grown to care for this girl so much in such a short time and couldn't imagine leaving her behind.

Opening her eyes, she saw Owen smirking over Maisie's shoulder.

Maisie let go and sat down next to Claire.

'Right, so lets freshen up, get some sleep and leave this afternoon. We'll head back into town and go from there.'

I hope people are still enjoying this story, and that it's not going too slow. I'm still trying to figure out where it's going, but I think the next chapter we'll start to see things move forward. Send through any comments, compliments, suggestions or criticism!