-1994-: Dinosaur Island

Lena crawled out of the surf on her hands and knees, coughing seawater, every muscle screaming. The notebook was still in her hand—sodden but intact. Behind her, scattered across a kilometer of white sand, lay the wreckage of the Calypso Star . No sign of Harriman. No sign of the crew. Just the broken ship and the endless jungle beyond, a wall of green so dense it seemed to breathe.

She read for three hours.

“You look green, Doctor.”