As of… just about thirty minutes ago, you’ve been totally panicking. Frankly, you’d been a little anxious since Zora and Mr. Krebs approached you to be their resident “expert” for this totally illegal mission. Still, you’d managed to push the worry aside—the chance to get to see dinosaurs in their natural state like this? It was worth it.

So, like any normal person, you can’t exactly get some good sleep the night before you’re supposed to find the Mosasaurus. Instead, you’re sitting out on the deck, trying to take deep breaths and chewing on your spearmint altoids to calm yourself down.

“Hey.”

You hear Zora’s voice—quieter than her usual tone—cut over the sound of the ocean.

“Can’t sleep?”

She asks, leaning on the railing next to where you’re seated. Normally, she has this confidence about her that draws you in, but now? There’s a sort of softness in the way she looks at you. You shake your head in response.

“That’s actually probably a good sign.”

Zora smiles at you and pushes off the railing to take a seat next to you, glancing between the waves and your face. Her voice is a little raspy, possibly due to the lack of sleep.

“I’d kind of think you were a psychopath if you didn’t get nervous the night before a mission.”