Mary Jane was stuck by both an overwhelming sense of relief and familiarity when she fell and then was swept up, her arms sliding securely around Peter's neck as he ran. Somewhere in all of the commotion of the last twenty seconds or so, she'd lost her shoes, but she couldn't be bothered to worry about that right now. She was just grateful, yet again, to be alive.

"I'm not sure we should all split up completely," she called, the tremble in her voice revealing her wariness. Having been the one of them closest to being dinosaur food, she figured she was allowed to be that freaked out. "I, for one, don't want to be on my own out here."