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Claire visits him at the cabin with a six-pack of soda. It’s been nearly a month since the attacks and Owen is healing well, though still on antibiotics and painkillers. The girls are sleepily dozing in their paddock, hidden under various trees.
Claire kicks off her heels, collapses in one of his chairs, and hands him a bottle. Owen takes it, snaps the cover off, and takes a deep draught.
“Anika said you couldn't have anything alcoholic yet,” Claire tells him as she opens her own bottle. Owen scowls at the reminder and sips from his bottle pointedly.
“Busy day?” he asks after a moment.
“When is it not?” Claire asks. She sips from her bottle, takes out her phone, navigates on it for a few seconds, and then hands him it.
He takes it with some puzzlement and stares at the screen.
“What….is this?” he says after a moment.
“As part of the PR following the attack,” Claire replies, “It’s been decided to give some of our robust ladies their own tinder profile.”
Owen blinks. “This is a tinder profile for the T-Rex,” he says.
“Yup,” Claire replies.
“It says ‘man-eater’,” Owen points out.
“It does.”
Owen stares at the phone a bit more and then snorts before breaking down into giggles. He thumbs through the rest of the profile which features various pictures of Rexy-Sue’s assets, such as her lovely long tail, her stunning (terrifying) smile, a snapshot of the scars on her neck with the caption ‘A girl’s gotta have some history’.
It’s hilarious.
“It made a hit,” Claire said. “The amount of people who swiped right on Rexy-Sue is ridiculous. Josh and Laurel are having a heyday with the replies and Nancy is making M’s profile right now.”
Owen tilts his head back and laughs and it feels good. It feels like the tension that had remained, curdling in the quiet spaces on the island was finally dissipating. Blue sends a questioning spike at him but seems willing to settle down when he sends a wave of reassurance at her.
“The others want to know if you’ll out up the girls,” Claire tells him.
“Absolutely not,” Owen says. “They’re still very deadly predators. I won’t have it.” He suddenly remembers the pack trying to get in on sending messages on WhatsApp and thinks that for everyone’s sanity that having the girls on tinder would never be an option.
“Alright,” Claire replies easily. She finishes her first bottle and starts her second while Owen continues to nurse his first. After a while she says, “Anika is finished with her analysis of the various brain scans but she has a bit of a theory.”
Owen tilts his head intrigued. Anika had gotten scans of the altered dino’s that were released and had been trying to figure out what had allowed them to block the preternatural connections to their animals.
“She said, from what she can see, that humans and animals both have the ability to transmit and receive signals from each other but with humans, the emphasis is on transmitting while with animals they are stronger at receiving mental signals. She thinks that the dinosaurs that were released were altered to release a signal that specifically drowned out the connection between preternatural and animals. A living jammer or disrupter, going in the opposite direction of what Wu had done to make the pack particularly receptive to you.”
“That makes sense,” Owen sighs. “Anyone figured out how they managed to do that yet?”
“Not yet,” Claire said. “It could take years.”
“How’s the court case going?”
“Good,” says Claire, “But it’ll take a while. Masrani’s lawyers are taking them for everything they’ve got.”
“Good,” Owen echoes her.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “So it’s over.”
“For now,” Claire says. “Yeah. It’s over.” She reaches out, and squeezes his hand for a moment before curling up in her chair and together they watch night fall over the park serenading by the calls of island's residents.