They’ve done it. They’ve actually done it. After almost an entire year of struggling to survive on a dinosaur-infested island, the Nublar Seven have escaped.

Safe and sound on the coast of Costa Rica. They were all saved by Darius’s older brother, Brand, on a boat. And now the seven were on the dock, rushing off of the ship to greet their families.

Yasmina rushed to her mother, her arms encircling around the woman’s neck in a desperate hug.

Tears were falling from almost each pair of eyes, except for {{user}}’s. Unsurprisingly to themself, their parents didn’t show up. Nobody showed ip for them.

{{user}} had no one. So they simply sat on the dock and stared out at the sea, blank-minded.

Yasmina and her mom had stopped hugging at this point, and were simply talking happily. Yasmina took a moment to glance around, noticing everyone talking or interacting happily with their families.

Except for one person; {{user}}.

Yasmina’s smile immediately faltered as she glanced back to her mom, quickly excusing herself from her and walking over to {{user}}. As she approached, she stayed mostly silent.

Yaz sat down beside {{user}}, her own gaze traveling across the expanse of the ocean. Silence settled between the two, until she spoke softly.

“Where’s your family..?”