Cleo sat in the lounge of the museum, next to a podium with a large custom-made magnifying glass that had a light built in it, reading a magazine she had borrowed from the library the day before, turning the small pages with a claw. In the past two years they had been there in New York, for the most part, the adults had grown used to the dinosaurs, with a lot of help from their children, who had eventually convinced Dr. Bleeb to let the adults watch how the dinosaurs interacted with their children, and over time the adults learned that they were not any threat to anyone. Now the dinosaurs were able to walk (or in Elsa's case, fly) through the city freely without worry of every adult going into mass panic again, like they did the year when the dinosaurs had first arrived, when Rex exposed them during the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Now the adults would at least acknowledge their presence before continuing on their way, though some would actually greet them. The children, of course, would always greet them with smiles and waves.

Thinking of children, Cleo was reminded of their two first human children friends, Louie and Cecilia. In the past two years, the two had quickly grown closer, and often went out on dates (as humans call them), such as row boating in Central Park. Aside their relationship, they often visited the dinosaurs in the museum. They would tell stories about how much closer they've become with their parents. Louie once told a story about how he went with his parents and three brothers to the Statue of Liberty, and had a great time. Cecilia once spent a day with her parents when they finally came home, and they all redecorated their condominium home. Cleo can also still remember the big smile on Cecilia's face when she told them how her parents promised that they would plan around their schedules so that they could spend every annual "Family Night" with her.

Another memory came to Cleo. On the day of their reveal in the museum, after they had introduced themselves, and while the children rushed to them to play with them, she had met a particular young boy who had been staring at her with not fear or intimidation, but curiosity and awe. He had light, almost golden skin and brown eyes.

"What are you?" He had asked with pure curiosity and interest in his voice.

"I'm a Spinosaurus. I don't know if you've heard of my kind," she had replied sincerely with a friendly smile, slight worry showing in her tone.

"No, I haven't, but I think you're the coolest looking dinosaur I've ever seen!" He had replied, a huge grin spreading on his face. Cleo had grown a smile to mirror his at the compliment.

Cleo smiled fondly at the memory. That same boy had recently visited the museum again, and told her that he saw something similar to her in a science magazine, how it said something about a war, and a museum getting bombed, and all the exhibits in it were destroyed. Cleo was now reading the same magazine about the subject, and found that what the boy had said was all true. She had been surprised when she learned some time ago that her wetland home that she grew up in was now all part of a vast desert, but she wasn't expecting what she was learning now. She had read on to learn that there was a museum in a city called Munich that was destroyed in a "World War." Only a few photographs survived to preserve what was in the museum. A particular photograph stood out to Cleo, of what appeared to be some dinosaur bones, from a dinosaur with a large sail on the back, and from the bottom jaw bone, a fairly long snout; she recognized the incomplete skeleton as one of her kind.

It's no wonder my kind isn't known by now, Cleo thought. If that museum hadn't been destroyed, then maybe my kind would be as commonly known as the T. Rex.

Cleo then heard humming. She looked up from the magazine in time to see Rex walking into the museum. Within the past two years, the dinosaurs had taken up hobbies on the weekends when Dr. Bleeb would give them time for themselves; not that meeting and playing with children all day wasn't fun. In fact, Cleo found that being around human children was good for her; not once in the past two years had she felt her animalistic instincts or aggression. All the same, it was a nice gesture how Bleeb wanted them to have time to unwind themselves from their museum job. Dweeb and Woog took up jobs as hot dog vendors around the city, sometimes appearing at the huge sports arenas in the city. Elsa started helping the local law enforcement with spotting criminals from the air, and she was even developing excellent camouflage skills, disguising herself as a gargoyle on a building as not to give herself away when stalking criminals. Cleo helped Bleeb with the other exhibits in the museum, either with helping put up tall signs, banners, or the like, or with guiding visitors. As for Rex, after he had fully recovered from his injuries from the incident at the circus (though he'll have three linear scars on the back of his neck for a long time still), he had taken a liking to a game called "golf." He even got a tailor to fashion him a custom-fitted white golf shirt and matching cap, and he bought a big pair of black shades to go with the ensemble. He would spend a lot of his weekends going to the golf course to play a game or two. However, he wasn't usually this late. It was past dark, and he was just now arriving back.

"Hey, Rex!" Cleo called through the open doorway. Rex paused to look at her. "You're later than usual. What'd you do, stop to chat with the birds?" she teased. They'd grown to be close friends these past two years, so much so that the incident at the circus was a story to laugh at now. Cleo had also long since learned how to forgive herself for the injuries she inflicted on him. He gave her a big smile and gave a hearty chuckle.

"As a matter of fact, I did. I was telling a little blue tough guy named Buster the story about us," he told her, in apparent very good humor. Cleo wasn't sure how much of his humor was brought on by her tease, and how much was from an apparently good day at the golf course, but she dismissed the thought.

"Oh. Okay then," Cleo replied, trying to keep a tone of humor, but she was a little humbled how her tease backfired. Rex gave another hearty laugh, then continued on his way into the museum, while picking back up on his humming. Cleo could almost hear him mutter words along with the tune:

"Roll back the rock to the dawn of timeā€¦" Cleo couldn't help but smile. Despite how it was a bad idea during that parade two years prior, Cleo couldn't deny that Rex's song was catchy, and it brought up a lot of good memories. She turned back to the magazine, but found that she couldn't focus on the content. Instead, she found herself humming the same, very familiar tune. She smiled a little wider while she hummed, knowing in the back of her mind that she didn't have to think of the tune; it came from her mind on its own, like an instinct.