They set up camp for the night at the base of a very, very tall tree, perfect for climbing in case of dinosaurs. They shared several packages of self-heating MREs around the fire they did not have, and Jensen, for once, didn’t have very much to say. Pooch produced a deck of cards from somewhere on his person, and started to deal everybody in.

“Go ahead,” said Jensen. “I’ll take the first watch.”

He returned the uneventful, agreed-upon three hours later, and found Clay and Aisha waiting for him. They were sitting in lightly chewed folding chairs of unknown provenance. Clay had his arms folded. One of Aisha’s guns was across her lap.

“Oh no,” said Jensen.