Wayne Kyle Spitzer 
A Dinosaur Is A Man’s Best Friend 3 
‚The Beast in the Iron Mask‘

“As for what it proves beyond that is anyone’s guess, ” said the woman, sounding suddenly tired. “That they’re experimenting on us as well as exterminating us? We don’t even know who they are, much less what their relationship to the Flashback is. We don’t even know if ‘they’ applies; or if they’re just a force of nature, like the weather.” She pulled down her mask. “It just feels so pointless sometimes, this whole operation.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’ll be all right, I just …”

The man reached out to her and touched her shoulder. “It’s been a long day, Maggie. Why don’t we just … retire to the Tiki Tent.” He tried to sound optimistic. “There’s still enough vegetables for Bloody Marys—I’ll be the bartender.” He looked at her hopefully.

 “Please, God, ” said the younger woman. “I’m dying here.”

Maggie looked back and forth between them and then at him, at Ank. She stroked the side of his snout gently. “So we know now that you’re thinking … we just don’t know what. Nor what to do with you.”