And then an electrical something disturbed the ether, causing all of reality to ripple like water and run at the edges. Savanna reeled as time and space seemed to come undone, as matter seemed to scramble and reconstitute.
She blinked and all was normal again. Except, alas, for a few dozen tree ferns— the scaly trunks of which now peppered the room like the Swiss Family Robinson's ceiling supports.
My God ... she thought, examining them. They 're cycads. The room's full of prehistoric flora.
She heard sirens blaring loudly now, and turned to find the Dusty Moths hastily mounting their bikes. The rex, meanwhile, was stooped over its kill, chomping away at it as though sharpening its teeth. The spinosaur was gone. But there was something wrong with the picture—beyond the tyrannosaur, of
