SPOILERS seriously this will ruin the end of the movie for you. But enjoy if you've seen it =)

"You okay back there, Maize?" Owen asked finally, keeping his gaze on the rearview mirror as her eyes flicked up at him briefly.

She gave him the shrug all kids did when they didn't want to answer, Owen recognized it immediately, but he'd never been on the receiving end and had no idea how to respond. Another glance at Claire proved just as helpful as the first.

"Am I a real person?" Owen's heart sank with the tiny question from the backseat and he screeched the Wagoneer's brakes while pulling to the narrow shoulder.

"Yes, Maisie," the truck lurched as he threw it in park and twisted in his seat, "You are as real as me, or Claire-"

"But, I'm a clone," she said simply.

"Cool!" Owen nodded, "But, you're still real, you're still human, you gotta eat, and drink, and," he let his words trail away before finishing his explanation of the digestive track.

Maisie's blank expression broke as the corners of her mouth tugged down and her eyes fell away from him to her lap. Owen looked at Claire, silently insisting she interject, and the redhead sighed quietly.

"Maisie," she began, "The dinosaurs are real right?" her sad brown eyes raised to Claire, but she said nothing and Claire continued, "Does how they were created make them less alive than other animals?" this time Maisie shook her head, "So, then why would you be less real than anybody else?"

Maisie shrugged again, but more accepting than averting, and grinned a little at Claire, shifting her dark brown eyes to Owen.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked tentatively.

"I got a place," he assured her, giving Claire a small smile when her hand found his knee.

"Am I staying with you?" Maisie's question was hopeful, her earnest gaze locked on his.

"Got somewhere else you'd rather be?" Owen lifted an eyebrow, expelling a soft laugh when she shook her head adamantly, "Then get comfy, kid. We got a drive ahead of us."

Owen flipped around in the seat, pulling the shifter down and accelerated onto the empty road.

It didn't stay empty long, however, when they passed a caravan of black SUV's going in the opposite direction. Owen tensed when their brake lights lit up like a slot machine he'd rather not win, and glanced at Claire with his best attempt at nervous neutrality, not wanting to alarm Maisie.

The flashing lights were expected and Owen was already pulling off to the side of the road, shifting his gaze from Claire, to the reflection of the trucks behind, to Maisie with a forced grin, and repeated the cycle until he saw men in suits approaching from the caravan. Government. No one else chose to look like that big of a douche.

With a heavy sigh and an eye roll at Claire, Owen pushed out of the Wagoneer, remembering to hold a finger up at Maisie, silently promising to only be a minute, before shutting the door. Claire's door followed and they met behind the truck, disheveled, yet unified, as the official looking men neared.

"Claire Dearing?" the dark-haired man leading three others asked, his shiny shoes scuffing in the dirt as he stopped.

"Who are you?" Owen asked, putting a hand on Claire's arm, but she slipped it away.

"Agent Dean with Homeland Security," he said, removing his dark sunglasses, "Are you Mister Grady?"

"Owen," he responded simply, barely responding to the agent's curt nod.

"Ms. Dearing," Agent Dean shifted his squinting gaze and said, "We tried to reach you by phone-"

"We've been a little off the grid," Owen scoffed and Claire pressed her heel on his toes.

"We understand that," Agent Dean scowled, "but Secretary Walker needed to get in contact with you as soon as possible-"

"Who the hell is that?" Owen's question earned an actual stomp to his toes and glared at Claire.

"The head of Homeland Security," she whispered harshly and he grimaced apologetically at her before hardening his expression on the agent.

"Of course," Claire said, "What can we do?"

"We're deploying Coast Guard and reserved units to the area around Lockwood Estate, I'm sure you can understand the importance of containing and eliminating this threat to our mainland," Agent Dean continued, "Yours, and Mister Grady's, expertise will be vital in, alleviating, this problem we have on our hands-"

"What'd you mean alleviating?" Owen asked, but he knew exactly what Agent Dean meant.

"That's why we need you two, Owen," he said simply, "While Secretary Walker, and others, hope some of these de-extinct animals can be preserved, considering they're already here, you have to agree there are creatures on the loose now that must be stopped at all costs."

Owen and Claire turned to each other and together looked through the rear windshield, seeing Maisie's brown hair swish as she flipped forward. Claire sighed and he nodded, understanding her silent concern for the young, human clone in their care, but Owen saw no reason anyone would need to know Maisie was anything besides Lockwood's granddaughter.

"We're not doin' this here," Owen told Agent Dean.

"Of course," he nodded, "If you'll follow us, we have a secure bunker not far-"

"A bunker?" Owen expelled a laugh, "Is this the apocalypse?"

Agent Dean narrowed his eyes even further on Owen and growled, "Well, I don't know Mister Grady. Dinosaurs are loose in California, the ones that weren't sold to our country's greatest enemies. I'm not well read on Revelations, but it's the closest to the end of the world I've ever seen."

Owen said nothing and the Agent strode back to the caravan, the others pivoting to follow him.

"Let's go," Claire jerked her head as she started moving towards the passenger door.

"You trust them?" Owen asked.

"If the government had gotten involved to help the island earlier we wouldn't be in this mess," Claire spat, nearly in tears, "I at least want the opportunity to tell them that."

Owen rolled his eyes when she turned away, taking a deep breath before wrenching the driver's door open and dropping back behind the wheel.

PS- I'm having sort of a crappy couple days, I'm working on the other stories, this was just a nice break for me.