There are empty benches and other perfectly reasonable places to sit but Marlon’s found a better spot. He's found himself sat underneath a small dinosaur skeleton, up on the fake rock with it. His eyes move heavenward and stay there. Early morning light spills in through the high ceiling windows. Lighting up the building in all it’s splendour. Often he’d daydream -- most people would -- about finding places like this free of tourists and noise. Ends up, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The building loses it’s purpose and it’s charm. It’s not an unexpected discovery.
“You think this thing’s sturdy enough to climb?” He speaks up as footsteps approach. Throwing a look over his shoulder to see who it is, he slowly looks back to the long necked skeleton,“I just decided I’ve always wanted to ride a dinosaur.”