¿Qué nos viene a la mente cuando pensamos en dinosaurios?: quizás un Tyrannosaurus Rex rugiendo en medio de un ambiente selvático, tal vez un montón de huesos enormes en un museo, o probablemente la colección

He walked across the snow. The sun had not risen yet. The whiteness of the snow calmed him. Why did he have to be here? Why had he distanced himself from everything? What was he searching for in his solitude?