"I go to school in California. Or did... I doubt they'll keep me after this...if they think I'm alive," Erica said and despair filled every inch on her face. "I was on an internship with National Geographic and we were in Yellowstone National Park when the...dragons... came. I'm pretty sure Rob and Patty will think we got lost..." She whimpered and fell into a crouch, covering her face with her hands as she cried softly. Yes. It was a choice she made, but they hadn't had time to think it over. The fallout from their disappearance would be huge. At least for her.<br/><br/>Jeff patted her on the shoulder and did his best to smile at Timothy.<br/>"I was born in Maine," he said. "In a fishing town. You know what there is to do in a place like that? I moved away when I was eighteen and have traveled the world for years. I met Erica when my money started to run out and I needed a job. I moved equipment for the National Geographic group filming in Yellowstone. Fun stuff." He sat next to Timothy with his legs stretched out towards the fire and his hands propping himself up behind him. It was a very relaxed, very vulnerable position one would take if one was comfortable. He let the heat of the flames dry the cool dampness from his clothes and hair. He'd never flown through fog before, but it never struck him as being so wet. Although it made sense...being water and all.<br/><br/>"What about you, Timothy? Tim? Can I call you Tim?" He asked.