Bepergian flexed his arms and legs and stretched. He could feel a small twinge in his sides but more from disuse rather than injury. He pulled up his shirt to inspect the wounds. There were three scars on each side. They weren't as big as he thought they would be and actually they weren't as jagged as he had imagined. He tried to remember exactly what happened. He remembered being picked up by the dinosaur and shaken. In fact he remembered being more scared than hurt. Then he remembered falling. His next memory was waking up in this hut.

From those events he assumed he was rescued by a group of Neanderthals. He wondered where his things were, in particular his pants.The woman was still busying herself with a basket of herbs, but he had no doubt that she was paying attention to everything he did. He decided to try out his legs.