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Setting: Prehistoric Age A rough shake woke Sarah. "What?" she asked groggily. "Go away. Let me sleep." As she was yanked to her feet, she came fully awake. D.K. stood before her, looking scruffy and dressed in pelts. Sarah staggered slightly, but maintained her footing. She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Jurassic Park revisited," she mumbled. D.K. pulled her from the cave. "Where are we going?" None of the others had followed, so she suspected they weren't relocating or going too far. He ushered her across the rough terrain to a small pond. With a small smile, he pointed at the water and grunted. Sarah smiled back. "Oh, thank you. Just what I need. A bath." She planted a quick, grateful kiss on D.K.'s cheek, then hurried toward the water. At the pond's edge, she glanced over her shoulder. "Turn around." Cocking his head, D.K. simply stood there, looking confused. She twirled her finger in the air. "Turn around. I want to get out of these smelly pelts. They need a good dunk, and I want some relief from them. They itch something fierce. Must be fleas ... or something worse." She shuddered to speculate as to what. He didn't move. Sarah sighed. She trudged back over to him, and turned him around so his back was to the water. "Stay just like that. Okay?" She dashed back to the water. As she started to disrobe, she glanced over her shoulder. D.K. stood watching her. Sarah groaned. She walked back over to him and turned him around again. "Don't watch." He smiled slightly and reached out to caress her cheek. He touched his own, where she had kissed him. "You KNEW what you were doing, didn't you?" When he simply smiled at her, she shook her head. "Okay, now that we understand each other. Stay turned around, all right?" She touched the delicate chain hanging around his neck, and it made her feel safe somehow. He hadn't taken it off. Maybe somehow he did know her, but because of the time period couldn't speak. He always seemed more affected by where they were in time than she was. D.K. pushed her toward the water, then turned back around. He grabbed the spear he'd stuck in the ground, and searching the area--on guard. Sarah smiled. Her hero. She rushed to the pond's edge. She glanced over her shoulder. Assured this time that D.K. wasn't watching her, she quickly removed her pelts and plunged into the water. It felt so refreshing--cool as a Spring morning. She vigorously scrubbed her body and hair. She'd give anything for a bar of soap and some shampoo! As she reached for the smelly pelts on the bank, something nudged her leg. She laughed slightly at the small tickle. Fish, she assumed. Prehistoric fish. She peered at the water, trying to catch a glimpse of one. Suddenly, something wrapped itself around her calf. Panic filled her. A serpent? Certainly in this time period it had to be some monstrous creature. No. Wait. She relaxed. It was probably just seaweed or algae or whatever grew in ponds. She reached down to pull it off her. Her hand connected with a hard, round, throbbing tentacle. "D.K.!" she screeched. "Help! Something's got me!" Whatever it was pulled her under the water. She couldn't breathe! Oh, please--help. Where was D.K.? Would he save her, or was she destined to die in this strange land, never to see her home again, never to see her father again, never to see D.K. again? She struggled, but felt as if she had no energy. Something grabbed her hair, and yanked hard. Blackness enveloped her. She felt herself drifting, then she felt nothing. |