"Owen... Claire got in touch with me," she said softly, putting her papers down from her job with the Smithsonian. She needed some way to fill up her time since the park fell and working on her modern analogue focus from her degree was working splendidly as well as being a reptile vet for the local zoos and house calls. "She says she's going back to the island... and she needs the help of a tracker." The woman frowned and looked at the table. "I... I told her I wouldn't make you go... and that I was willing to go help too. Owen... they can save our girls. Lockwood... he wants to save them!"
He hadn't expected a call like that, at least, not yet. But it made sense. In fact, it made perfect sense.
A part of him didn't want to. Going back to the island was the same as having a death wish. The chances of survival were zero. The last thing he wanted was the love of his life and a good friend putting themselves at risk.
He wanted to go. He wanted to see them one more time. He wanted to help save them, if he could, and he knew Claire and Alex would be safer with him along.
"Did Claire mention any kind of plan?" he asked. "If we have any chance to save them... I'm in. Of course I'm in."
