Leave without me." Liana shouts, reaching out to Owen as she lies on the ground. "It's been a good sixteen years, but the time has come." she adds, while melodramatically lowering her head. "The spirits have called, and I have answered."

"Cramp?"

"No, I tripped on a rock and cut my knee." Liana exclaims as Owen helps her up off the road. He mumbles something inaudible to the girl, before picking up his pace in front of her.

Liana takes a quick glance at the wound on her knee, noticing a small prick of blood. Oh my god, I'm going to die. She thinks to herself as she catches up with her dad who is nearing the house.

Jogging towards the seaside bungalow, she skips up the porch steps and heads inside. Since no visitors or workers are allowed in this area, they usually keep the doors and windows unlocked.

Sauntering into the kitchen, Liana pulls open the 'Drawer of Mysteries', a drawer full of random items such as, scissors, paperclips, pens, threads, elastics, ziplock bags, et cetera. Owen calls it that because apparently "you'll never know what you'll find in it."

Rummaging through the mess of junk, Liana takes out a band aid then forces the drawer shut. Wetting a towel, she then wipes off the blood and applies the Avengers Assemble band aid over the cut.

Placing all the stuff she had taken out back to its rightful place, she sits at the dining table and scans her eyes around the tiny bungalow for something to do. Drumming her fingers softly on top the oak table, she then rises to her feet and walks back outside.

"Daddy, can I go t-"

"No." He cuts her off, as Liana stops in front of him and his motorcycle.

"But you didn't even-"

"No, you're not going down to the park." Owen states, interrupting her once more.

"But, I want coffee." She clarifies, as he wipes a smudge of dirt off the motorcycle.

"Last I checked, the coffee maker in the kitchen was working fine."

"But I want coffee from the Jungle Bean." Liana retorts, referring to the best coffee shop on the island.

Owen sighs and turns his head towards his daughter, "Liana, I don't want another disaster."

"It wasn't that bad. It would never happen again."

"Wasn't that bad? There were goddamn dinosaurs loose."

Liana raises her index finger, "Baby dinosaurs," she corrects. Owen gives her a glare and she crosses her arms in defeat, "Fine. I'm going inside." She states before marching off into the house.