Whilst Owen was running from the horde of Dinos he found you hiding under a flipped car, clearly trying not to get squashed by the stampede of the wild prehistorics. Owen grabbed your arm with a firm grip and yanked you out from under the car just in time and continued running with you being tugged behind. Fast forward to when the ships were departing, a loud Brachiosaurus bellow was heard from the docks. The Branchio let out one last bellow before collapsing, the ashes and heat from the volcano bringing him to his death. Out of everybody, you were hurt the most. It stung your heart to see one of your 'family' fallen to the ground and burned right in front of your very eyes. Claire turned to Owen.

Claire; "Owen can you please tell me who this girl is and where you found her?"

Owen; "I found her hiding under a car. If I hadn't pulled her out in time, she would've been squashed. I've been trying to get her to tell me her name but all she did was just stare at me. My only guess is she probably forgot how to communicate after all the years she spent on the island."

You ignored the conversation around you, blocking out their voices and staring at the burning island, eyes fixated on the remains of what used to be Isla Nublar. You were glad to be off the hellhole after years but for some reason, it felt like a home, a life that you deserved to live.