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to exist then. And even if most of his memory hadn’t shut down in shock, no one knew for sure which ones were dangerous to humans. He’d just assume they all were and avoid them as best he could while he figured out how to get home. Being alone without another human being, listening to the eerily strange sounds echoing through the dense, marshy forest, spooked him.
    Even worse was the fact that no one was expecting him back until later in the evening. He was known for being gone for hours. They wouldn’t even come looking for him until after dark. And when they did, how could they figure out what had happened to him? Daniel shuddered.

Chapter Two

    D aniel sat silently contemplating his terrifying dilemma. How long could he stay here? And just where was here? He sure wished Dactyl were with him. He wouldn’t feel so alone. No! On second thought, he didn’t wish that for a moment. Dactyl might have become some dinosaur’s dinner by now.
    From the distance, a terrible roar and then some agonized bellowing rent the air, followed by loud crashing and something that sounded like trees being wrenched from the ground. The T. rex must have caught the Edmon -tosaurus ! Or maybe something was attacking the T. rex , like a herd of Triceratops or some kind of raptors. Daniel cowered tightly into his hiding place, as the whole forest became alive with a cacophony of loud, terrifying sounds. What was he going to do? He couldn’t sit here, waiting forever. How was he going to get back home? And where was a safe place to go in the meantime?
    He peeked through the bushes. Maybe he should make a move while all the creatures were focused on the T. rex battle? He knew the vast, never-ending sea trapped him from behind. And the horrific battle sounds seemed to be coming from his left, so that meant he’d have to go straight ahead or right, into the trees. Straight ahead was still too close to the fight and that was the direction the T. rex had come from in the beginning. So, right it was!
    This seemed a good choice as the trees were growing on a slight rise. If only he could reach some higher ground, he might be able to get his bearings. Daniel moved quickly, yet stealthily, so as not to scare anything or attract attention to himself. All of his muscles tensed at the pressure of not knowing what he’d find or how quickly he’d have to react. His stomach did flip-flops and his head ached with each step he took; still, he didn’t dare stop to rest.
    At first he followed a bit of a path that led away from the sea through the forest. But what if he met something fearsome and huge coming for a drink? He decided to choose routes that seemed less travelled, yet where he didn’t need to create a new path through the plant growth, for fear the sounds he made would draw attention to his movements.
    The air was humid and full of strange piercing sounds. Every once in a while he heard little rustlings in the spongy undergrowth and odd plops, as if something had cascaded to the forest floor. Tiny plants and flowers poked through the decay of fallen leaves and twigs beneath his feet with each bouncy step he took. He rocked over slippery hidden roots and tangled vines. He’d seen similar vegetation on the hike he’d taken with his parents in the La Ronge forest area a few years before when they were visiting relatives. Then he’d been warned of bears and had even seen claw marks on the trees. That was a piece of cake compared to what he might find now!
    Sometimes huge broken stumps and decaying fallen logs lying at odd angles blocked Daniel’s path. Cautiously, he made his way through dense stands of cycads and sycamore, noticing four-metre spikes of horsetail shooting up erratically. He knew it was one of the few prehistoric plants that still existed in the current world, although they were only a few centimetres high now, and probably a relative rather than a direct descendant of the original ones.
    In places dead trees stood, waiting for a