Lost
After everyone had been ferried off the island, Lowery couldn't help but watch those last few red dots that remained within the park. When he woke up that morning, he was looking forward to a cup of coffee and a friendly feud with a coworker. He hadn't expected his entire world to erupt into chaos. Worse still; he was perfectly fine. Most people would experience some kind of PTSD after an event like this but...not even a comment was made to the departed.
Long after Hoskins had died, his tracker in his watch long since fading into a flatline, ACU and InGen had vacated the control room leaving Lowery to his own devices. He was alone, just him, the monitors, and his dinosaurs. And he was watching those few blips. Two were moving rather rapidly; one was far off to the left, fading to a light pink color. They were dying or injured. There was a cluster of four in the middle of the welcome center, close together, with one standing far off in the distance. Those four dots were his concern.
It was a few moments later that he noticed one of them break away and move in another direction. No! You idiot, don't you know what happens when you split up? Have you never seen Scooby Doo? He could only hope it was someone unimportant; but that would be lying. Everyone he ever met was important in some form or fashion – even Zara, who had a fate worse than any. He scooted closer to the monitor at his desk and watched the blip moving rapidly.
Soon enough, a new screen popped up on the overhead. It was Claire; she had passed by a security camera, but the damage to the system didn't tell him where she was. Why was she the one to break away? The static came through first from the radio, but he was quick and insistant on picking up that line; his heartache showing through his words. He should be there with her; but he'd just slow her down. This was where he needed to be.
“Lowery, are you still there?”
His hands fumbled, but he found the button and pressed it, hand clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white. If he lost her... “Where the hell are you!?”
“I'm outside Paddock Nine.” She replied, looking up into the security camera for added reassurance of her location.”I need you to open it for me.”
He paused, his hand trembling as he typed in the code, but didn't hit send. The code he memorized, the one that was significant only in the fact that it was the date the first park opened. His hand hovered, his mind racing with thoughts. If she died...what then? You couldn't get back that time once someone was lost. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but she had long since thrown away the radio after chastising him for his lack of bravery. He stood stock still, watching her reflection on the screen; praying she knew what she was doing. “I love you.”
The whispered confession was enough as he pressed the button to release Rexie. Maybe she already knew. Maybe she assumed it. But either way, he hoped she knew. He couldn't lose her.
