<span style="font-size: 15px">When they got to the tree line, Jenny released Marcus's hand and he managed to stumble, but not fall.  His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath.  He didn't normally use or need an inhaler, but maybe it would have helped?  He panted, "Huh... huh... huh..."  He reached a nearby tree, not far from the girls and sat on his butt beneath it.  His back was against its trunk, facing the meadow.  He raised his trident up in a forty-five degree angle and and braced it against one of the tree's exposed roots, all the while scanning upwards and prepared to defend himself.<br/>
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Marcus heard Jenny's question and wheezed an answer,  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Not dead, huh...  Alive, huh.... "  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Was he a werewolf?  Did coming to this world change him?  In the old movies he watched with his granddad, years ago, the werewolf character didn't always remember being a werewolf.  Then he said, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Werewolf?  I don't think so...."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> <br/>
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Still recovering, he watched the flight of dinosaurs fly away in the direction that they'd been heading.  Good.  Keep going.  The prehistoric animals didn't seem to be being chased by other predators, since three of them took the time to prey on a target of opportunity.  Also good.  He wasn't alone....  Good, outstanding, even.  He'd heard that bad things happen in threes then it stood to reason that good things could happen in threes, too, maybe?<br/>
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His heart was pounding in his chest.  Marcus looked at the girls and his reptile brain went into overdrive.  He was alone with two beautiful women.  He'd read stories of men and women getting horny after surviving a potentially fatal event, but he didn't really believe them.  Now he was trying to hide and calm his rising trouser-snake.  His higher brain managed to get control and he didn't think that the girls had noticed.  The trouser-snake laid down.<br/>
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Marcus called over to the babe with the gun, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Hi!  I'm Marcus!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">  After a breath, he continued, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"This girl is 'Jenny!'"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">, and he gave a head jerk in Jenny's direction. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "What's your name?"</span></span>