A World of Chaos

Part 2

*1st POV*

The sky is dark. Stars twinkle up above. I wrap the blanket tighter around myself as I exit the cabin to join Owen and Maisie by the fire. I watch as Maisie and Owen both sharpen the sticks. It makes me a bit nervous watching Maisie cut toward herself, but Owen quietly corrects her. 

Owen spins his knife in his hand and Maisie does the same. "Woah!" Owen exclaims. He puts is knife down as he looks at her. "Want to know how to win a knife fight?" He asks. Maisie looks at him as she gives him her attention. "You gotta let yourself get cut." Owen explains. "And make sure they're cutting something despencible while you're cutting something vital. And then say something cool like, wrong girl, wrong time."

Maisie looks into the fire as she repeats what Owen said in an American accent. "Wrong girl, wrong time." She looks at Owen and they smile. 

"Whew, stone cold." I say with a smile as I sit next to Owen. Maisie looks up at me with a smile.

"Right? I would not mess with her." Owen says. 

I chuckle as Maisie's smile grows. "No way." Owen glances up at me as he wittles the stick. I gesture to Maisie with a nod and look in my eye. 

Owen sighs and nods. "Listen kid we should probably talk about you goin' into town."

Maisie scoffs and shakes her head, "I don't think you understand how bad it is being trapped here."

"You're not trapped here, we just don't trust people." Owen explains. 

"No you just don't trust me, and then you expect me to trust you. Why can't I have any freedom?" Maisie asks as she looks between Owen and I.

"Because you can't." Owen snaps. 

Maisie shakes her head annoyed and drops the stick and knife. She throws her hands to the side as she gets up and head back inside. I sigh and glance at Owen. He watches her walk away. "That went great." 

"Could have gone better." I admit. Owen looks at me. "I understand she feels trapped. She's fourteen. She wants to go. We can't keep her here forever. If we don't figure this out, she's going to go a lot further from the bridge." I say as I lean my head on Owen's shoulder.

"They find her we're never gonna see her again. We gotta protect her. That's our job. That's what we're going to do." Owen says.

I shake my head, "Protect her how? By locking her inside?" I glance over at the house where I can see Maisie through the window sitting on her bed probably going through that picture book. "She's got questions. You know, questions we can't answer. She wants to know who she is. Who Charlotte Lockwood was." I sit up and sigh. I take my blanket off, leaving it with Owen. "I'm heading inside. Don't stay out too late." I kiss his cheek before heading inside. 

I sigh and hang my coat on the rack. I pause briefly at Maisie's door before heading to mine and Owen's room. The lamp hums when I flick it on. The bed creaks as I sit down. My gaze lands on the doctor's note from a few days ago sitting on the bedside table. My heart clenches again as I look at it. 

'What will I tell Owen?' I wonder to myself. 

I take a deep breath and look at the photo instead. My hand reaches across and grabs it off the bedside table. I smile softly at the photo of Me, dad, and Ellie on a dig sight. We're all covered head to toe in dirt. The photo is dated a few days before we got invited to Jurassic Park. Everything felt so much easier when I was on those digs. 

*3rd POV*

Utah

Alan Grant walks toward a group of people sitting in chairs. The dig around them is deep. Ancient bones peek through the dirt. Alan gestures to the walls and fossils around him. "Why do we dig? Because paleontology is science, and science is about the truth, and there is truth in these rocks."