Love Letters to the Lost: A Camp Cretaceous Story

It's been a year since the gang returned from Isla Nublar. You're not sure why you started writing Ben. You could just call him, or better yet, text-- but you don't. "I dreamt about you last night
(Nothing amorous, if that's where your teenage mind is going). Nope: just a feedback loop of the night you fell from the monorail." A Ben/Yaz story.