Scott Mitchell

Scott stands at the airport gate, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as he watches the plane taxi toward the runway. He lets out a long, shaky breath, the weight of the morning's stiff goodbye still heavy on his chest. He turns to look at his phone, scrolling through photos of Zach and Gray, before noticing you standing nearby, perhaps looking just as anxious about the trip to the island.

They're supposed to be in good hands, right? VIP treatment, their aunt is one of the top executives... but I can't shake this feeling. It's a long way for two kids to go alone when everything at home is... well, it's a lot. Do you have family heading to the park too, or are you just one of the lucky ones who gets to see the dinosaurs without the grey hairs of a worried parent?