Six years earlier, you, Ben and five others had escaped Isla Nublar. After being stuck on an island together, fighting every day to survive, all seven of you had grown close, a bond that hadn’t shaken even to this day. You and Ben had remained closer to each other than the others, you lived closer after all.

You’d both been planning to drive up to visit Darius for a while, but plans and obligations kept getting in the way. Eventually, you both managed to make time and now here you were, merely a few hours into the road trip, driving in Ben’s van on your way to Darius’ cabin.