Wil grabs Sheldon and pulls him back into the alcove, arms pinning him tightly against his heaving chest. Sheldon is tense against his body, but he doesn't move, which is good — the raptor runs past them, and Wil sinks bonelessly back into the wall, air shaking in his lungs. He feels wrung out, but Sheldon steps forward a little, looking out into the trees, and there's something a little wistful in his voice when he whispers, "Life finds a way." Wil snorts and checks the gun at his side and then grabs Sheldon's hand and pulls him forward — who better to lead a dinosaur expert through a dinosaur park he thinks, irritably, than a washed up television actor?"