Jane wandered through a now-extinct Jungle in the temperate areas of Southern France. When the machine said 'Middle Ages', she really had not thought which 'Middle'...if only she had paid more attention in the paleantology classes she might be more familiar with the different evolutionary cycle stages (all that came to mind was Ellen making rat skulls sing 'O Susanna'?)

Suspecting veloceraptors were tracking her when she noticed the faint squeaking noises--now close, now far away--she rummaged into her safety-all-emergency kit and pulled out a few inflatable T-bone steaks. Suddenly a high-velocity rushing noise hit her on the head, and Ian collapsed on the ground next to flattened Jane.

"OWWW! Are you a human cannonball now???"

"What in the Name are you talking about??? Why is that reptilian carnivorous thing sharpening his three-inch claws with flint? JANE AREN'T THESE STEAKS PLASTIC???"

"GHAAAAAAA!!!"