Joan was only barely able to register the kiss, the shout, the objects in her hands, before the raptors were charging her. She didn't even think of using the pills. She gripped the dart as a useless weapon, and turned to try to run.

And fell. Hard.

Three of the raptors broke away from the rest and circled her. Joan made a stab at one of them, but the dart was effortlessly batted away. They moved around her, chittering. She was shaking, but managed to push herself to her feet, to stand and face the death that prowled around her. She looked up at the sky, hoping Sherlock and John were not watching.

Then the dinosaurs descended on her, and she screamed as she was ripped apart.