Peter Batters, a young pachycephalosaurus who has only been a police officer for a year now, left out of the back door and entered the back yard of the Smiths. By the white picket fence was Officer Batters partner Rick Dawson, a human in his forties who could be considered a veteran officer of the law, even in this virtually crimeless town. Then again, Officer Dawson was a police officer in a large city, until the day he got shot in the line of duty and his wife begged him to transfer to a place that was safer. At times, he missed the excitement of the city life, but now, he was able to spend more time with his family, which had been a void in his life for far too long.

It didn't take long for Batters to reach his destination beside the broad shouldered human he looked up to, both figuratively and literally since Pachycephalosaurus were among the raptor species in being smaller than the average human. Actually, with Batters being 5'4" he was slightly above the average height of his species. Batter's head only came up to the shoulders of his human partner.

"Their stories still the same?" Officer Dawson said as soon as Batters was beside him.

"They say they have no idea of where their son Bruce would run off to, and they still believe he would never run away from home. The still fear he might have been kidnapped," Batters replied.

"And about the supposed footprints?"

"They have no idea how they got there. They weren't there yesterday. They claim that Bruce is not a person to play pranks."

"And with a clean record, I think I believe them."

Throughout the entire conversation, they were watching two other officers examining the footprints left in the Smith's backyard. "But, do you think those are real, Sir?"

"I'm not sure, Batters. I've never seen anything like this before. In the city, I thought I saw everything and I thought that once I came here, I wouldn't see anything knew. For the first time since I've moved here, I don't know what to think."

"What about the other possible missing person case?" Batters brought up causing both of them to turn around to look at the neighbor's backyard.

"We tried knocking, no one seems to be home, but we better take a look." Officer Dawson hopped over the fence, and started to walk with a limp, a result of the gunshot wound long ago.

"Don't we need a warrant or permission?" Batters asked, still on the other side of the fence.

"The same footprints in his yard, the back door wide open when no one's home, and the possibility that he's another missing person. Yeah, I think we have enough reason."

Batters hesitantly hopped the fence and followed his partner. "His parents are gone and he never picked up his younger sister from a sleepover." Batters informed.

"Yeah, something definitely happened here." Officer Dawson pointed inside the house. The living room was a mess, all signs of a struggle of some sorts. The frame of the sliding door was also warped and dented. There were shredded clothes inside and some skin and blood samples on the warped frame. Dawson took out a plastic baggie and scooped up some of the blood and skin samples and put it in the bag. "We'll take this to the lab and see if we can get a match."

"We have a lab?"

"Yes, but it's probably gathered some dust. There aren't too many crime scenes in this town."

"What do you make of all this?"

Officer Dawson looked around the room and then outside the backyard one more time before answering, "I have a few theories, but they sound outlandish and I feel I should go in the loony bin for just thinking it."

"What are some of those theories?"

"For one, I strongly believe this is not a prank. This is too well done for two kids to do this in one whole night. Those holes are perfect footprints and might take a few days to get them that well-crafted. The Smiths claim those footprints weren't there yesterday. And the cracks in the asphalt, they aren't really footprints like these, but it had to have taken something extremely heavy to cause those large cracks. I don't know what these kids would have access to that could cause those. As crazy as this sounds, it's more likely that these footprints are real."

"You think there is a giant monster out there? A giant Saurian?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but these footprints are too real."

"So, a giant Saurian from the forest that seems to have escaped discovery for this long suddenly decides to come into town, kidnap two kids, and then walk back into the forest? What are you thinking? Aliens? The missing link to Saurian Evolution? A giant prehistoric dinosaur that is a Saurian?"

"Not exactly. There is only one track of giant footprints leading to the forest and none leading out. The footprints start here, meaning, the giant had to have come from here."

"What are you saying?"

"This will sound crazier, but Ken might be the giant we're looking for. His clothes are shredded. The frame is wrapped as if he tried to get out as he grew and the footprints start here, in this yard."

"But, someone can't suddenly turn into a giant without reason, isn't it?"

"I've never heard of such a case before, but this could explain why Bruce Smith is missing. They were friends after all. Maybe Ken took him with him in the forest. Bruce could be just trying to help what is probably a very confused and distraught friend. There were no signs of force used on the Smiths' house, so Bruce had to have gone by his own free will."

"What should we say?" Batters questioned, looking towards the Smiths' home.

"Until we're certain, nothing, but we'll also have to the rest of the force and the mayor of these results." As they started to walk back to the car, Officer Dawson called out to the female officer examining the footprints. This was Jessica Gibbons, a T- rex in her thirties. "If those footprints were real, what type of Saurian will we be dealing with and how big?"

"Judging from the tracks, a one hundred foot tall Spinosaurus," Officer Gibbons answered.