The dimension we had stumbled onto seemed much less dangerous than the one before.

People looked like people, and even spoke a slightly wonky English and greeted us kindly.

After being suited up so we wouldn’t catch any dimensional illnesses and visa versa, we set out exploring.

The buildings were low and sturdy, the ground was filled with rich beautiful ferns and natural stone paths, and dinosaurs were being led around on leashes.

When I saw one I almost thought it was a costumed child, but through the folds of leathery skin I saw that it real.

“Oh, hello dimension peoples! This is Frank! He is a pure raptphy! Very rare in this world.”

“Raptphy?” I ask.

“Yes, I got him from a breeder and he has to take special medicine every four hours for his breathing.”

Looking at the small dinosaur I saw that it was wheezing, and seemed to try and scratch at its eyes with a mutilated claw.

“Oh, Frank! It’s time for your eye drops!” The lady excused herself and walks Frank away, where his clipped claws are silent on the stone.

We take notes before my assistant is suddenly tackled my a huge dinosaur.

It lifts the flailing girl into the air in its jaws and flings her about before someone comes running.

“Melody! No! Put her down! I’m so sorry, she’s just a hatchling, a little rowdy at this age, is all!” A man comes by, pulling at a lead. The dinosaur is three times his size, but listens to its instructions, putting my poor slobbery assistant down.

“That’s a hatching!?” I shout, “its a dangerous dinosaur!”

The man blinks. “We call them Sores, here. Look, I don’t think you understand, we domesticated them, like, seven million years ago - or something like that. Some are untrained, but that’s on the owners. This is a common stego, one in a dozen, harmless.”

My assistant is shaken but seems unharmed.

“What about wolves? Or cats?” I ask.

“Never heard of those. Look, if you don’t like Sores, I’d get out of here fast… here comes a rexie.” The man points, before leading melody away from us.

My team feel it all at once, a loud thud of enormous footsteps slamming our way.

People with smaller ‘sores’ scurry away, from tiny micro raptors, to lumbering anklosauruses, as a shadow looms over us…