Dr. Alan Grant's Arc

Chapter 3 of 11

. We walk away." She shook her head hard. He held her shoulder until she stopped Behind them, somewhere in the ferns, the quartering stopped. Grant heard it stop. He heard the weight of something turn and start moving toward the log. He pushed the children into a run. The trees broke ahead of them and the roof of the visitor center stood across a strip of cut grass, glass doors lit from inside, the painted sign above the entrance catching the last light. A woman in a pink shirt was already at the doors, pulling them open, waving them across. Behind her, in the lobby, a man with gray hair and a black jacket stood braced on a cane. Grant ran. The children ran with him. the puppy stopped crying.