Some time after evacuations were ordered, Claire picked up the phone to call her assistant, who unfortunately told her that her nephews have ran off.

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As Rexy began to wake up, she noticed her mate coming back with a snack for the both of them to eat for the day.

Crusher leans over to where the sleeping form of Rexy, lowering his head with Hoskins's body in his mouth, waiting for his mate to begin taking the lower half of their snack.

"Thanks, babe." Rexy answered.

"You're welcome, my queen." Crusher replied, before Rexy chomps down the lower half of Hoskins body, and with their combined strength, they tore his body in two and chomped whole, two separate parts of Hoskins' dead body, gulping it down.

They begin nuzzling and cuddling one another for a little while, until Crusher pulls away, sniffing her abdomen, immediately knowing what is up and the answer to why was she sleeping more than usual. He begins asking Rexy, his mate, for any changes of what has been happening.

Crusher: "Rexy."

Rexy yawned. "What is it, my king?"

Crusher: "Are you uh, pregnant with our hatchlings?"

Rexy was speechless. "How did you know I was-"

Crusher: "It's simple. You were sleeping more than usual. And you also felt tired often. So, does it mean I'm going to be a dad?" He asked, curiously.

Rexy: "Yes, I'm pregnant, and to answer your question: you are going to be a dad soon."

Crusher felt so happy, it made his insides tingle with excitement, he was licking her cheek happily, which made Rexy blush shyly.

"Nobody must know about this, my king, until the time is right." Rexy answered.

Crusher nodded in agreement.

"I agree with you, babe. It must be a secret just between us only."

They both begin nuzzling again, resting their massive heads next to each other, resting as it now got unusually quiet. Too quiet.

"It's quiet. Too quiet. I wonder what could've caused this." Crusher mumbled.

Rexy answered quietly.

"Maybe something dangerous out there is loose and is becoming a bigger problem had it reach here."

Crusher: "Never mind it, babe. Just get some rest, for our unborn hatchlings."

Rexy: "You knew. Even before I said anything."

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Claire's phone started to ring. It was Zara. "Hello, Zara? Can you hear me?" Claire asked.

"Claire! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I've lost them! I don't know where they went! One minute they were at the petting zoo, and the next they were gone!" Zara said, panicking.

Claire almost dropped her phone, her jaw dropped in shock.

'Oh, dear me. Karen's going to f--king kill me,' she thought.

"Claire, what's wrong?" Vivian asked.

"I need to leave right away. Keep me updated. Make sure everyone is evacuated safely. Emergency shelters and alarms on high alert." Claire said.

And with that, Claire left to find the others. Dr. Sattler stayed behind to help with the evacuation efforts.

As the park operations manager left to find someone who could help in finding her nephews, she went onto Main Street, asking herself, 'if Owen and the others left since the Asset Containment was mostly taken out, where would they go?' She thought.

She later knew the answer: the Tyrannosaurus Rex Kingdom. So she ran straight there.

Despite that she was in high heels.

And once Owen, Grant, Malcolm and Sarah were in view, she called for them.

"I need your help." She asked, pleading.

"Okay. What do you need help on, seriously?" Owen replied, unamused.

Alan and the others looked on, busily watching the Tyrannosaurus couple sleeping and doing their own thing.

Grant could see Claire was upset, which probably had something to do with that call.

He knew something was going on. Everyone had evacuated to safety, two others unaccounted for.

"Claire, what do you need us to do?" Grant asked.

"My nephews are out there, they were with my assistant and, well, they ran away from her. Now with that thing out there, I need to find them. Please help me." Claire pleaded, desperate to get them back to safety.

"Alright, very well then, we'll help you. Don't worry. And about them," Owen said concerned, "How old are they?" He asked.

Claire doesn't remember exactly what their ages were, so she replies, "Well the one is about, er, um, high school-ish age, and the other is err, uh-"

Owen answered again, annoyed. "You gotta be kidding me. You seriously don't even know how old your nephews are. Do you?"

Alan Grant interrupted. "Your nephews are about between 12 to 15 years old, aren't they?"

After that, Claire blushed and grew shy. "I need your help. Please."

Malcolm and Sarah reluctantly agreed and followed to search for Claire's nephews.

Joining the search party, unfortunately.

Grant, Owen, Malcolm, Sarah Harding, and Claire drove to the Gyrosphere attraction.

Claire had a sinking feeling that her nephews would be there.

After all these were two young boys, and it was one of the most popular attractions they had.

And on top of that, they saw on the monitor back in the control room that one of the Gyrospheres hadn't headed back to the base just yet, but instead veered off towards a restricted area. They had to be there.

At least she hoped they were.

They were silent for most of the drive. When they arrived at the attraction, the guests had already been evacuated farther south as the Spinosaurus Rex drew closer.

As they drove through the fields, Grant noticed something strange.

Owen must've noticed it too because he pulled to a sudden stop. They all got out of the car, and right in front of them were several dead Brontosaurus.

But what was interesting about it, was that they were still whole. They were never eaten. What dinosaur kills their prey but doesn't eat it afterward? Grant thought.

Malcolm: "That doesn't sound good. What creature kills but never eats? It would be just stinking bodies everywhere. That hybrid reminds me of The Big One, who killed all but two of her pack members for sport, but Rexy killed them."

Sarah: "Why would it do that?"

Owen and Grant dreadfully knew the answer. They replied back with a grimacing look on their faces. "It didn't eat them. It's killing for sport."

Malcolm agreed. "Unfortunately, it looks like a war zone now."

"This is insane." Grant said, with a dreadful look on his face, after seeing a gruesome sight. And it was. It truly was.

But what else was he to think of this man made monster?

An animal that kills but never eats their prey, it's unheard of, unfortunately.

Yet that's exactly what was currently happening.

But he couldn't think of this right now. There were kids out there who needed help.

"We need to find those kids. And hurry. Standing around here at this time will get us nowhere." Grant replied.

Everyone nodded and went off, continuing their search.

Only to find a destroyed Gyrosphere, which Jimmy Fallon's voice replaying over and over before drifting off, static.

Grant went over to look at some 3 toed footprints. He grimaced at what he saw. Sarah also grimaced dreadfully. She then replied, "Ian, you think that it's going to be a bigger problem?" Ian nodded.

"Unfortunately, Sarah, it's happening now. If that dinosaur gets into Main Street, it will be nothing more than a bloodbath."

Grant interrupted. "This must be a theropod that wandered off here, claws the size of a allosaurid, or maybe a Therizinosaurus, with the jaw strength of a Tyrannosaurus Rex."

He then pointed out some more footprints.

Owen plucked out a dinosaur tooth on the destroyed Gyrosphere.

It looked to be the shape and size of a tyrannosaurid. And another tooth, more hollow and conical, a Spinosaurid.

Grant turned around, to examine the tooth.

"This thing had the bite force of a T-Rex, but nowhere natural than that of the Tyrannosaurus." Alan murmured.

Grant turned around, he got closer to the wreckage and saw a phone, smashed, and laying in the ground.

"That's Zach's phone!" Claire shouted. "Oh god!"

Owen tried to calm her down. "Look, over there, footprints leading away. They must've gotten out and ran off." He said.

"And so did our friend." Grant said, looking over at the large trackway, next to the footprints. "We better hurry."

The five of them followed the footprints, leading them out to a large waterfall.

"Oh, my God, they jumped." Claire exclaimed.

"Must be brave kids." Alan replied.

"They jumped into the water. Probably went upstream. Claire head back to the car and let Alan and I figure this out." Owen said.

Then Claire did the stupid and unthinkable. "Zach! Gray!" As Owen tried to get her to keep her mouth shut, she retorted back.

"Hey! I am not one of your damn animals!" Exclaimed an annoyed Claire.

"Listen!" Owen shushed.

"Those kids are still alive, but you and the rest of us will not be if you continue to scream like that."

Owen answered, knowing that screaming won't get them anywhere, other than being eaten and attracting dangerous attention.

"Absolutely not! This is my family, and I'm going to find them, whatever it takes." Claire said. And she was serious about it, not letting anyone say otherwise.

"You're going to go dressed like that? Please. You'll last two minutes in there. Less in those ridiculous shoes." Owen sneered, pointing out her high heels.

Claire was disgusted by by what he just said, unamused, but then she came up with an idea.

She began by unbuttoning her shirt so there was more room for maneuverability.

She then tied the bottom portion in a knot and tore one of the sleeves for maneuverability.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Owen asked.

Claire answered. "It means I'm ready to go."

Then she smiled at Owen and gave him a look that said she was ready to go.

Owen: "Okay. But let's get one thing straight. I'm in charge out here, you do everything I say, and exactly as I say it."

Claire: "Excuse me?"

Owen: "Just relax. It's going to be like strolling through the woods, 65 million years ago."

Owen rolled his eyes and started off down the river with Claire close behind, but not before grabbing his gun.

Grant couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. "Children." He murmured to himself, with Malcolm and Sarah following behind.