"So where are you right now?" Claire had an excited tone on the phone, but Owen could tell that she was doing something else while talking to him.

He had left her house on the night before, after the very mature conversation they had. Claire wasn't mad at him this time around, and he wasn't feeling too guilty. So, there they were, video chatting on the next morning, talking about simple things, and although she was far away, it felt like she was right there, next to him.

Claire was making breakfast. French toast and orange juice for Maisie, and just coffee and fruit for her. She had her phone up against the toaster while her hands were working on an organized and beautiful plate for the girl. She wouldn't be herself if she wasn't taking the time to make things perfect.

"I'm on my bungalow." He answered. His attention was completely on her right now. Watching Claire doing basic housework like that could easily become his new favorite thing.

"Ugh! I hate when you say that." She complained, frowning. "It's a van, please, just say van."

"It's bigger than a van. It's my bungalow." He insisted just to annoy her. His smirk got wider when her face turned into a big frown.

"Stop being so stubborn!" Claire stopped what she was doing to look at him. On that particular second, he was glad she was far away.

"I'm back at the Lookwood mansion." Owen decided to end the teasing and started telling her what he knew she wanted to know. "Well, actually I'm as close as I can get. Police is still all over the place and I don't plan on showing my face to them again any time soon."

"Why are they still there?" She was confused. 4 days have gone by, so what were they still looking for?

"I don't know, but I guess there were too many dead people for them to just walk away."

"Maybe they're still trying to figure it out." Claire finished Maisie's plate after making sure the toasts had an exact distance of 2 inches between one another.

"Maybe they're trying to understand how the dinosaurs escaped from the mansion, and you know what it means." He said, bringing his phone closer to his face, so he could see the expressions on her face a little better. Owen didn't want her to worry too much, but he couldn't just keep things from her.

Claire lowered her voice to a whisper. "They can't do anything to her, can they?" She felt nervous just talking about that possibility, but if Maisie were to hear, then it would be much worse.

"They won't do nothing to her, we won't let it." Owen's response was quick and certain. It made Claire's heart calm down.

She wasn't used to being afraid. She was never afraid of anything before, and she definitely would never doubt her capabilities. But with Maisie it was a whole new experience, completely different from what Claire was used to, and she wasn't feeling confident just yet, in fact, she was quite insecure. The biggest problem was that Claire didn't think she was exactly what the girl needed.

"Hm… Claire?" Owen interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes?" She turned to the screen.

"Where's Maisie?"

"Still sleeping." Claire answered. "I'll go up and wake her. She should be well rested now."

"Ok, take me with you." He said, talking about her phone, of course.

She didn't say anything, just grabbed her phone and made her way into the living room and then the stairs.

"I'm looking for Blue, but still nothing." Owen kept the conversation going. "She could be anywhere at this point."

"Do you think she would go too far from there? She doesn't know this place." Claire was on the second floor now.

"Let's hope not, because if she would, then she could already be in Florida, for what I know." He sighed.

One bedroom and a bathroom down, Claire was finally at Maisie's bedroom door. It wasn't really the girl's bedroom yet, she was sleeping in Claire's spare bedroom. They knew that it was not the perfect situation, but it was what they could offer right away. Of course Claire had plans to give Maisie her own bedroom very soon, but she needed time, now more than ever, and she had to figure things out with Owen first.

She turned the handle and pushed de door after two quick knocks.

"Good morning, Maisie!" Claire had a quiet motherly voice as she was walking into the room and pushing the door out of her way. She didn't want to scare the child in her sleep.

Owen was smiling like the way he used to smile when he and Claire were together after the incident with the Indominus, or like when he was having a proud-dad moment with Blue, when she would show off for him. He was starting to think that there was only one feeling that would make him smile like that: Love.

And out of the sudden, a loud scream was heard coming from the video chat, changing the air from the nice moment Owen was having to a really heavy one. It was coming from Claire's house, more precisely, coming from Claire herself.

"Claire?" He screamed back in despair. He couldn't see anything anymore, the hand she was using to hold the phone was shaking, and the camera was facing the carpet on the floor.

"Owen, she's not here!" Claire was freaking out. She got up every two hours to check on Maisie like they did everyday since she got there. The little girl was in bed through the whole night, even when she wasn't sleeping, but now the spare bed was empty and cold. "Oh my god, it's just the first day and I already lost her." Her sharp scream didn't hide how desperate she was.

"Claire? Claire, please stop screaming. Take a second to…" And although he was trying to talk to her, she wouldn't listen.

"Dear lord, Owen, I lost the child." She kept repeating.

"Shut up!" Owen screamed at her through the phone, but then he calmed his voice. "Deep breaths, Claire." And she obeyed him because she didn't know what else to do. "Relax for a second, ok?"

"Owen, I don't think you understand what's going on here. I'm by myself with a child that is no longer with me. I lost her, she is not here anymore. Maisie is gone and it's my fault, because I should be with her instead of organizing freakin french toasts on a paper plate for breakfast." Oh yes, she was totally freaking out, he thought. But Owen could understand her. The whole situation wasn't easy for Claire or Maisie, and now he wasn't even there to help.

"Claire, please, focus!" He would have to help anyway he could, even far away. "Freaking out won't help, so please, just try to calm down, ok?"

"Right… You're right." Her voice was shaking.

"Ok." Owen tried a calming voice with her again. "Now look around. She couldn't have gone far, so she's probably in the house. What do you see?"

Claire took a deep breath. "I see a messy bed." She started. "The dolls are on the corner, it doesn't look like she touched them." They brought her some toys when she first got there, but the girl never really played with anything. "Curtains are open and…" She gasped. "The window is open."

Owen hold his breath. "Go look outside the window."

She run closer to the trembling curtains, her hands touched the window and she had to open it even more. Claire lowered her body and stretched her neck to look outside. She didn't have to look any further. Maisie was outside of the window, sitting on the roof tiles, her knees brought up to her chest as she was hugging her legs with her chin resting over them. The girl had a terrifying look on her face as she was facing the horizon and Claire noticed the tears streaming down on her face.

"Maisie?" Suddenly the despair vanish from her body, and Claire was all motherly again. "I'll talk to you later, Owen. I found her."

"Wait, Claire, I…" But it was too late, she hung up.

It wouldn't be difficult for her, a full-grown woman, to climb out of the window and kneel on the roof to reach the little girl, but her not yet completely recovered leg injury, made it not so easy. Claire ignored the pain anyway, sat by her side and wrapped her arms around the girl's small body, watching with pain in her heart while Maisie sobbed.

"Hey, Maisie, it's ok. Everything will be ok." Claire felt worthless, she didn't know what to say to her. "I'm right here." She was trying anyway.

"I'm sorry." Maisie cried. "I had a nightmare."

"It's ok, it was just a bad dream." Claire squeezed her a little. "You're here. You're safe. The Indoraptor is gone, it is not going to hurt you ever again." She just said what she used to say every time Maisie would wake up screaming.

The girl sighed as she rested her head on Claire's shoulder. "The Indoraptor is not in my bad dreams anymore." She confessed and looked up to stare at the woman. "It's something worst."

Claire stared at the little girl with confused eyes. She couldn't imagine what could be worst than being chased and hunted by the most dangerous creature that ever walked the earth. If the Indoraptor wasn't in Maisie's nightmares, what could be keeping her awake every night then?

"What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked with a soft voice. "You know you can talk to me, right? If you want to."

Maisie looked away. She was back at staring at nothing, contemplating the mountains in the horizon far away. Claire didn't want to insist on anything. The girl would talk when she felt comfortable enough to do so.

She stroked the little girl's arm, certain that she wouldn't speak just yet, and patient enough to just be by her side and wait.

Maisie watched as a little bird flew around the trees. She couldn't help but notice that another bird was also flying around, protecting the little one. His mother maybe, she thought. Claire's arms were still around her body, providing protection, warmth and safety. She was feeling sad still, but she wasn't alone anymore. Maybe she would never have to feel alone again.

"In my nightmares I'm not human." The girl felt the courage to say. "I'm always this horrible creature that scares everyone and nobody wants to be around me, so I'm always alone." She gasped, anyone could see how scared and sad she was. "Don't you get it, Claire? I'm just like the Indoraptor."

Claire felt her mouth hang open. She tried to say something, but was speechless for several seconds before she could actually clear her throat and speak. "Oh, Maisie, honey." She still didn't have the right words. "You're no such thing, sweetie. And you're not alone. I'm right here, and you also have Owen. We will always be there for you, no matter what."

They looked at each other for a second in total silence. Maisie could tell that Claire was telling the truth. She would always be there.

"Did Owen leave?" The girl asked.

"Yes he did, but he's still a call away. He's still here for you, he just had to go look for Blue." Claire explained.

"Blue the Velociraptor?" Maisie looked confused. "I thought she was free and happy now, like the others."

"Oh, and I bet she is. Thanks to you." Claire smiled at her. "But Blue is a carnivore, she'll never be able to live among humans without people trying to hurt her or she trying to hurt people."

The girl looked upset again. "They'll never leave her alone, will they?"

"No, sweetie, they won't. That's why Owen had to go rescue her before they find her and hurt her." She cuddled the child, squeezing her a little more on that hug.

"So Owen is doing the right thing." Maisie concluded.

"Yes, he is. He always does the right thing." Claire smiled a little. "One day I'll tell you the whole story of how we got here."

The little girl shook her head showing interest and then, surprisingly, smiled at Claire and hugged her even more tight. She felt safe like she hasn't felt in a while, she also felt loved, but more important, for the first time since the last night on the mansion, Maisie felt like she would actually be fine one day, like she was part of something real.

"Claire?" The girl looked up to her. "Before all that, when I was watching tv with grandpa, the guy on the news channel said that cloned dinosaurs had no rights." She bite her lip, afraid of the question she was about to ask and even more afraid of the answer. "What about me? Do I have rights?"

Claire felt her heart breaking into a thousand little pieces, but she was able to recompose herself before opening her mouth. She couldn't act fast and risk saying the wrong thing to the child.

"You have rights, sweetheart. You are just like me and everyone else." She caressed the girl's cheek with the tip of her thumb, taking the opportunity to also wipe her tears away. "We are going to take care of you, ok? And you'll have everything you dreamed of, I promise."

Maisie looked up again, starring into Claire's green eyes. She never dreamed of much, there was only one thing she wanted:

"Can I have a family?" She asked softly.

"Oh, sweetie, you already have one."

They hugged tightly again for a couple more seconds. No explanations were needed. Claire and Owen were the family Maisie always wanted to have. Both were feeling like they found the puzzle piece that was missing. And now, together with Owen, they could really make things work despite everything they've been through. Maisie wasn't so scared anymore because now she knew she wasn't alone. She also knew exactly who she was, and that meant there were no more secrets, and maybe she could live just fine with the truth once she could get used to it. Meanwhile, Claire was discovering a new feeling inside of her as she realized she could actually be good for the girl: She wanted to be a mother.

After the video chat in the morning, Owen was cursing himself for leaving Claire and Maisie in such a delicate time. He didn't hear from them for the rest of the morning, but even when Claire called back and told him everything was finally ok, he didn't feel less guilty.

He knew that he had to do what he was doing, but he also knew that he should be with them. Claire and Maisie were his family now, they were all he had, and there he was, in the forest far away from them. But Owen was out there looking for Blue. He was doing something that no one else with good intentions would do. He needed to find her and take her to a safe place, so she could be in peace.

It took him hours to find the first clue. It was right before sunset when he found that footprint. It wasn't very fresh, but it was enough so he could tell that she has been there not so long ago. Blue was closer than he thought.

"I'll find you, Blue." He whispered to himself. "I'll save you."

Owen was really excited because he was close to her again. Everything started to make sense. Suddenly he knew exactly why he was there alone and not with Claire and Maisie. Blue was his family too and although times were difficult, at least the other two were safe now, so he could focus on saving Blue and coming back home as soon as he could. He still had a cabin to build after all.

It was raining again and the raindrops falling against the window glass was all Claire could hear. It was late, Maisie was asleep and she was just reading a book before bed when she heard someone at the door. She had to throw a robe over her pajamas before going down the stairs. Crossed the leaving room and leaned against the door to look outside. The man outside wasn't anyone she knew before. He was wearing a completely wet suit, fancy shoes and glasses. His dark hair was also wet, but it was still perfectly pulled back, and his skin was light, but not too pale.

Claire thought about if she should open the door or not, but decided she needed to know at least who he was and what he thought he was doing coming over that late. It must be important since he was at her door past eleven at night and in the middle of what looked like a tropical storm.

"May I help you?" She opened the door with an attitude but kept the chain on.

"Oh, hi!" The man smiled, having to speak as loud as the rain noise. "I'm looking for Miss Dearing."

"Who is looking for her?" Claire asked.

"Are you Claire Dearing?" He asked back. "Miss Dearing, I'm George Davidson." She watched as he reached his pocket and offered her a business card. The man was a freaking lawyer.

"What do you need from me Mr. Davidson?" She was genuinely confused and annoyed.

"I'm afraid you and Mr. Owen Grady took something from the Lookwood mansion that wasn't yours to take." George said. "I'm Maisie's family and I'm here to take her with me, so if you would..." But he couldn't finish his sentence.

Claire closed the door on his face as fast as she could. She locked everything, but she knew it wasn't enough, so she dragged a coffee table and another piece of furniture to interdict the entryway. As she was turning fast, she felt a sharp pain on her injured leg, probably the result of her adventure with Maisie on the roof in the morning.

The bang on the door started a second after she walked away. Claire found Maisie hiding on the top of the stairs and it only took a second for both of them to realize the whole situation.

"Run!" She shouted to the girl as she started to go up the stairs, forcing her leg way more than she should. The door was smashed quickly and the rain was falling furiously outside. They could scream as loud as they wanted to but no one would hear. "Run, Maisie, run!"