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There are six of us working in an uneasy alliance. Our plan is simple. Make it to the Great Hall, save the world. But no one is mentioning the Man in Black. The one who can lift a glider on his own—even Creed admitted difficulty with that—the one who is ahead of six others in this dinosaur game reserve; seven if you count the poor old lady who shouldn’t have been here in the first place. Will working as a group be enough to survive this world? Or does the Man in Black know something I suspected all along: it’s better to rely on yourself.
On second thoughts, without help I’d be the Devil’s dinner. But maybe I’d have avoided the Carnotaurus had I not stuck around to help Pip. Ah back to the old what-if chestnut. Regrets were a waste of time, you couldn’t change what had already happened
