Notes

Soundtrack suggestions:

Claire walks in the blizzard:
- Helheim - Bear McCreary, God of War (Starting from 01:00).
- House of the Undying - Ramin Djawadi, Game of Thrones: Season 2 (Up to 01:22).
- Entering the Temple - Robin Carolan and Sebastian Gainsborough, The Northman.

Conversation between the fallen director and her Nemesis:
- Inside Information - Howard Shore, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (extended edition) (Up to 02:40).

For the whole nightmare:
- Therizinosaurus will be blood. Land of the Frost - Michael Giacchino, Jurassic World: Dominion (Up to 03:16).

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But that night, Claire had another nightmare. In this one, she was again in a white dress and barefoot, and she was treading a frozen landscape, freezing and walking with a slow and hesitant step in the middle of a blizzard, which was such that she could only distinguish her immediate surroundings. As rocky outcrops and a slope appeared ahead of her, she suddenly heard a voice:

"Well, I must recognize you schemed well... Poor Jocelyn... Playing with her feelings... Her nerves were already put to the test... I think you've made yourself a new enemy..."

The fallen park director shuddered as she recognized her own voice. It was more booming, and sibilant at times, in addition to speaking with Received Pronunciation for some obscure reason, but it was definitely her own voice.

"I had no choice," Claire replied, scanning the slope and its outcroppings with worried eyes, searching for the source of the voice. "And her feelings are of little importance in this whole affair. It will be over soon anyway."

"Over soon?" The voice repeated before letting out a mocking laugh. "All this is only the beginning and many trials await you, along with suffering."

"I…"

"You will find the house? And after that? Do you think InGen and Wu are stupid enough to not clean up after them?!" The voice boomed. "Perhaps you will find evidence of their presence and research, and perhaps the Ocelot will keep his word…. But don't think you're out of the woods… Not only you and the survivors of Isla Nublar haven't left Costa Rica and reached the Lockwood Estate yet, but your so-called allies still have to keep their word… I hope you are aware that you are only a pawn in this whole affair. However, pawns tend to be expendable! Beware Mother, be careful in the coming days!"

As soon as the voice finished the sentence, the basin and its surroundings were struck by a tremor. Claire staggered, struggling to stay upright, but eventually collapsed to her knees in the snow. The tremor stopped and Claire finally got up but as she was about to continue straight, her body froze with fear because in the middle of the blizzard, lying on a rocky platform further ahead, she discerned a large dark figure and recognized the line of spines, the long clawed arm, and the horned skull of the monster that had destroyed her life.

"Stop haunting my dreams...," Claire begged. "Why don't you leave me in peace?! I killed you!"

"You gave me a fatal blow, yes, but you didn't finish me off. Had you thrusted that bolt in my skull instead of taking that flash drive, you would still have your forearm. You lost it, and your beauty, for what? Nothing! It is truly regrettable that your heroism has been in vain. People don't know what you've done, and you're just a monster in their eyes!"

"I'm not like you…," Claire replied, shaking her head.

The Indominus' silhouette rose and she walked over to the edge of the platform where she placed her left hand. Her half-burnt head emerged from the snowstorm and her different coloured eyes, one blood red and the other emerald, the same colour as Claire's, stared into hers.

"For them, we are two opposite sides of the same coin."

Claire suddenly felt a sharp pain on the left half of her face and cried out as a gash formed there, stretching from her hairline to her chin. While she was bent over in agony, Claire noticed a frozen puddle in front of her. She saw a face there, whose right was that of the Indominus and whose left half was hers. A monstrous, scarred, half-scaly face.

"The sad thing is that they are somewhat right because you and I are much more alike than you would like to admit."

As if to further emphasize their similarities, the Indominus leaned forward to reveal the stump she had in place of her right forearm and by reflex, Claire looked at hers. Where it had been present until then in that dream, it had now disappeared. She didn't even have her prosthesis, just a stump at the end of the elbow.

"Enough…"

Claire began to back up and the Indominus descended from the platform.

"The truth is often hard to accept, Mother," she said.

"Stop using that word…," Claire answered with disgust.

Continuing to back away, she heard a crack and stopped. She looked down at her feet and as she realized she was standing on ice, the latter, weakened by the tremor, gave way under her weight and Claire narrowly avoided being dragged with the collapsing ice's block by digging the fingers of her left hand into a crack near the edge. She immediately tried to climb back, but the wall of what she assumed was a crevasse was too slippery for her to hang on with her frost-numbed feet while she had no other arm to help her climb. Hearing the Indominus approaching, Claire looked down and saw that at the bottom of the crevasse, more than a hundred meters below, a river was flowing. But its waters were so fast that they formed rapids and she knew they had to be frozen. If she fell into the river, hypothermia and drowning awaited her, and that was not to mention the fall's height. She looked back above her and saw the Indominus tilt her head towards her.

"Be gone!" She ordered her.

"You want me to go away?" The Indominus asked, putting his hand right in front of Claire's, even touching her skin with the tip of one of her claws. "You are a part of me, and I am a part of you. I will never go away..."

As she was exhausted and didn't desire to let the Indominus catch her, Claire let go and fell straight towards the river.

"Mother!" The predator shouted while leaning over the crevasse.

Claire's vision darkened before she even landed in the water, and the nightmare ended.