Jurassic World Chaos Theory: "Prehistoric Paradox"

S2E2: The Marooned Six

Y/N POV:

Sitting in the lifeboat with my arms crossed, I couldn't shake the bitterness of being abandoned. My so-called "camp family" had left me here like I was nothing. So much for "sticking together." Just as I started to stew in the loneliness, a strange, white fog began to seep in, swirling around me and clouding my thoughts.

"Y/N?" Brooklynn's voice echoed softly through the mist.

I turned, instinctively moving toward the water's edge. Her face appeared in the reflection—she was as beautiful as the day I married her. "Brooklynn...?" I whispered, my voice catching as I noticed the baby she held, the future we'd dreamed of before everything fell apart.

I reached out, desperate to touch this vision, but it shifted. The soft image of Brooklynn and the baby was suddenly replaced by the jagged, monstrous form of the Mosasaurus, its jaws open wide as it burst out of the water. In a heartbeat, everything went black.

I jolted awake, breath ragged, as Ben's concerned face filled my vision "You okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

Outside, clouds blanketed the sky, letting only slivers of sunlight break through. I rubbed the back of my neck, forcing a nod. "Yeah, I'm good," I replied, lying through my teeth.

As I got up and moved to the edge of the boat, gazing out over the water. But my thoughts lingered on that dream, and the memory of everything I'd lost twisted like a knife.

Ben was hunched over Brooklynn's phone, angling it toward the minimal rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds. Charging it was slow—painfully slow. I rubbed my eyes, splashed some ocean water on my face, and tried to shake off the drowsiness.

"Come on," Ben muttered, pressing the power button again.

Just then, a brief ray of sunlight broke through, hitting the phone just long enough to bring it to 1%. Ben's face lit up with excitement as he tried to turn it on, only to be met with the dreaded "No Service" screen. His enthusiasm turned to frustration.

"No! Stupid phone!" He gritted his teeth, too caught up in his anger to notice another ray of sunlight trickling in, bumping the charge up just a bit more.

Yaz stirred awake, stretching and yawning as she sat up. "Morning... or, uh, afternoon?" she mumbled, a little lost.

"Evening," I joked, and she shot me a half-hearted smirk.

Ben looked over his shoulder, a bit sheepish. "Sorry, didn't know you were awake," he said, clutching the phone protectively.

Yaz shuffled over to sit beside us. "Yeah, not exactly the cosiest spot for sleeping," she muttered, leaning against the side of the boat.

I glanced at Ben, curious. "Anything new on the phone?"

He shook his head quickly, looking almost guilty. "Nothing I can really confirm," he said, holding the phone tighter. "The cell service—like the sun—is pretty hit or miss," he added as another quick flash of sunlight boosted the charge a bit more.

He sighed. "I don't want to lead us in the wrong direction just because I think I saw something."

"That's... oddly specific," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "But hey, once we're on dry land, it'll be easier." I started fishing through my pockets. "Uh... anyone seen my—"

"These?" Yaz held up my cigarettes with a mischievous grin, tossing them to me. "Just making sure you're still sharp up here," she teased, tapping her head.

"Oh, ha-ha," I replied, rolling my eyes as I lit a cigarette and took a slow drag.

Yaz rubbed her eyes, still waking up. "Well, at least the current's doing some of the work for us," she said, glancing forward. "Hopefully we'll know where to go next once we hit shore." Hopeful words, but they hung in the air, each of us quietly wondering if the answer would ever come.