Topher's fingers brush against Jeremiah's when he takes the picture, and a bright, happy current of electricity tickles his fingers. He smiles in spite of himself and looks at the picture a little bit more intently. Little Jeremiah was, predictably, cute.

The Struthiomimi, er - Sorel, he was just sticking with Sorel because it was so much easier to remember - was quite the sight to behold. He'd never actually been to the Savage Land (though he was hell-bent on making the Savage Land photo safari field trip a reality one day), but he knew of it.

"That's amazing," he said, handing the picture back. "Your childhood must have been something."