Island -1994- | Dinosaur

“What happened?”

She looked up.

“I’m not hoping for anything,” Lena said. But that was a lie too. She was hoping for a body. A bone. A single scrap of her father’s plaid shirt. Something to bury. Dinosaur Island -1994-

She stepped into a laboratory—beakers, microscopes, a row of incubation tanks, all dark. In the center of the room, illuminated by a single emergency light, stood a steel table. On it lay a body, preserved by some chemical process Lena didn’t understand. Her father’s body. His hands folded over his chest. His eyes closed. His plaid shirt, the same one from the photograph, still bright after all these years. “What happened

Lena smiled. It was not a nice smile.