Part 5: Climax And Escape

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Eve POV:

I sat in the living room, sipping tea, my hand resting on my belly as I felt the baby kick. A small smile tugged at my lips, but a knot of worry settled deep inside me. It had been a day and a half since Mike left for Isla Sorna, and I hadn't heard a word from him. The sky outside was already darkening, making the silence even more unsettling.

Mike's mother, Claire, sat down beside me, nibbling on some shortbread. She caught the look on my face and offered a comforting smile. "He'll be fine," she said softly. "Michael is just like his father—strong, smart, and determined. They never give up."

I sighed and rubbed my face. "But Henry... he died because of those dinosaurs."

Claire let out a sigh of her own, tinged with sadness but laced with reassurance. "Yes, he did. But Mike is different. He's even stronger than Henry was. Becoming a father changes a man. It gives him something bigger to fight for."

I managed a smile, taking another sip of tea, when a sudden feeling of alarm washed over me. Glancing down, I noticed the seat beneath me was wet. "Claire," I said, my voice shaky, "I think my water just broke."

Claire's eyes widened in excitement, and she leapt to her feet. "It's happening!" she beamed. "Come on, honey, it's time to get to the hospital."

I stood up slowly, grabbing my jacket, my mind racing. As we stepped outside to the car, I placed a gentle hand on my stomach, feeling a wave of emotion. "I can't wait to meet you," I whispered softly to the baby, my heart swelling with both anticipation and hope that Mike would be back in time to share this moment with us.

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Mike POV:

Paul tugged at the wire, bringing the engine to life with a hum. He checked the fuel gauge, satisfied with the full tank, and turned to the others. "All we need to do now is make it to the coast," he said, moving to the wheel. "Then we'll figure out a signal. Build a fire, something that can be seen from above."

As he spoke, Amanda couldn't stop glancing at him. Paul noticed but didn't show it too much, appreciating the attention.

Meanwhile, I was struggling with the satellite phone, trying to find a signal. Eric slowly approached, speaking softly, "Dr. Grant. Dr. Bennett."

Alan turned and looked at him. "Hey, Eric, how're you holding up?" he asked, sitting down.

Eric took a seat beside him, his tone apologetic. "I'm really sorry about Billy."

Alan's face was heavy with sadness. "Do you know the last thing I said to him?" he asked, voice low. "I told him, 'You're as bad as the people who built this place.' But it wasn't true. He was just young... that's all."

Alan sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before lifting two fingers. "You know, I have this theory. There are two kinds of boys. The ones who want to be astronomers and the ones who want to be astronauts."

Eric leaned in, intrigued. "What's the difference?" he asked.

"Well," Alan began, "the astronomer, or palaeontologist for that matter, gets to study these incredible things from a distance, completely safe."

"But," Eric said, catching on, "you never get to go into space."

Alan nodded, slapping his knee lightly. "Exactly. It's the difference between imagining and experiencing. And that's all Billy ever wanted—to be close to the things he loved."

Suddenly, I called out, my voice filled with awe. "Alan, you should come see this."

Alan turned his head, eyes widening in wonder. There, in front of us, were herds of dinosaurs: Brachiosaurus, Stegosaurus, Parasaurolophus, and Ankylosaurus, all grazing peacefully in the distance. A smile crept onto everyone's face. I sat down, absorbing the moment, grateful to witness something so extraordinary.

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