Sarah woke weary. She lifted her upper body tentatively on her arms, grunting as she did so. Ah… why was it that giving birth had made her whole body ache in such a way?

…giving birth. That’s right, she had—

She blinked, her vision focusing. There, nestled in a loose pile on a nearby table, were the eggs she’d laid. Sunny’s eggs.

Somehow, intrinsically, she knew they were duds. Fakes. The instant recognition of it brought a strange malaise to her; she felt almost… wistful. Shouldn’t she feel relieved that she hadn’t carried raptor offspring? Yet, there was a hint of sadness to it. Perhaps she wouldn’t have minded…

As her scientist’s mind shook off her tiredness, she took in the rest of the med station. Fran and Nellis were gone. Hunting the beasts, most likely. Z was dozing in a chair nearby, boasting an odd assortment of clothes. His state of dress made Sarah suddenly, deeply aware of her own.