Owen sitting outside his cabin he finished building. He’s standing beside it, and although he’s proud- although he knows he did a damn good job- he still feels that itch. The need to do more, be more active, to build.
Cropping up on the water, a dock appeared. Connected to the dock, a small fishing boat. Homemade, blue, and only big enough for him and one other.
A running stream is connected for water supply, and solar panels were purchased and put up.
A treehouse is built, high up in the air, and within viewing distance of the cabin. Maisie in mind for fun, but big enough they all could go.
On the property, farther out of view of the cabin, hunting perches.
It all takes only a few months, getting permits and licenses.
He keeps building, and after a run in with a pack of coyotes, he starts to build a fence- more accurately, a wall.
The property is large, and it’s the most time consuming project he could do.
1,200 acres, all purchased with his checks from Jurassic World saves up, along with the money provided after The Incident. And in his contract, for every one of his children raptors who were hurt or injured he was given a ‘pain and suffering’ check, to make up for the time training. Charlie, Delta, and Echo-
It’s when he’s building the fence, and is almost done that he finally feels calm- it’s not because he can see the other end, ready to put up a gate at the drive way.
It’s because standing there, peering at him from between the two ends, is none other than the one who left.