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"Sigh. Well, that could have gone better.", Owen says, while driving the claustrophobic Jeep on the road.

"Don't be so mad about it. He's probably been through a lot. He looked kinda nervous about the topic of dinosaurs...he probably wants nothing to do with them...like me.", I say.

"What?", everyone says at the same time.

"Whaddaya mean?", Owen asks.

"It's just...I just...never mind-how about we talk about something else? When are we going to stop?"

"Honestly, I have no idea."

"Wait. Hold on.", Claire starts."Are you saying that, this entire time, we've been driving on the road without a plan?!"

"What? Yes, I mean, ummmm...no! All of this was planned out!"

"WE'RE IN A WALMART PARKING LOT!"

Oh. So that's why there's so many white lines on the ground.

"Well, yeah, to like, get supplies!"

"Like what?"

"Ummmmmm...like...okay, okay. I admit it. I was sorta just driving around aimlessly. But, to be fair, my whole plan was to meet up with Ian and continue my plan from there."

"What kind of plan is THAT?! COULDN'T YOU HAVE MADE A BETTER PLAN THAN THAT?! A DINOSAUR'S LIFE IS IN OUR HANDS!"

"DO YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW THAT?! I TRIED MY MY BEST, YOU KNOW! BARELY EVEN HAD ANY TIME TO MAKE A PLAN!"

"YOU COULDN'T AT LEAST START TO MAKE A PLAN ON THE DRIVE TO IAN'S HOUSE! OR MAYBE AFER WE LEFT, YOU COULD'VE JUST STOPPED AND MAKE A PLAN THEN!"

"OH, LIKE YOU'RE PERFECT!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

Owen's phone makes a bell-like noise, and both stop to see why it did.

"Huh. Ian emailed me. Heres what it says:

'Hey, Owen! Sorry for just abruptly emailing you like this. I guess you can say that I changed my mind about the whole rescue operation thing. Hopefully you're okay with me for joining in so quickly. Also, I roped in some friends of mine to come along too. Is that okay as well? Meet in the Walmart handicapped spot at 7:00 tonight?

-Sir Ian Zachary Malcohm'

Well, I guess you can say, it all worked out.", Owen says, smirking.

"Yeah yeah whatever. What I REALLY care about is Ian's name. Really? He put sir before his name? Also, he does realize that he doesn't have to really write his NAME after an email, right? The email already tells you that."

"Okay, whatever. Back to the important stuff. Ian said to meet at the handicapped spot at 7:00", he states while pointing at a light blue rectangle."But I wonder what he means by 'some friends of mine.' Wonder who he's talking about. Then again, I guess probably shouldn't worry about it. Plus, we can use all the help we can get."

Really? 7:00? Man, I was really hoping to get some SLEEP tonight. Over the past few years, I've come to realize that I really, really enjoy getting sleep. I'll take as much as I can get, in fact.

"Alright, what do you all wanna do now?"

"Well, we could just use our devices for a couple of hours."

Everyone seems to be in approval to the idea proposed by Maisie.

The only problem? ME AND BLUE DON'T HAVE MOBILE DEVICES! So what are we going to do? Completely break down as our claustrophobia slowly makes us slip into a state of insanity?!?