"It's morning." Willow said. A storm had passed over just before; it was violent for perhaps half an hour before disappearing, leaving behind sunlight. She walked out of the cave and stared up at the sky. "Where is the sun?" She looked around, but didn't seem to come up with a good answer to that question. Then she looked down. "It's like it's always noontime, or something. Weird."
"You're such a geek, Will," Oliver said. "Does it even matter?"
"Of course it matters, Ollie," their mother chimed in. "We're going to need to learn a lot about how this place works, since I have no idea how long it might take for us to get home." Their mother sighed. "Or even if there's a way to get home."
"We're out of water, Mom," Willow said. "I think we should go get some." She sighed. "If I'd known rain was coming I could have set up some sort of rain catcher."
"I'm sure there's a lake, or a pond, or a river somewhere." Their mother smiled. "C'mon, let's go see what we can find. Grab the canteens, and the thermoses, and anything else you can find that can carry water."
"What about Scarface? I don't want to be eaten alive today." Besides the canteens, Oliver grabbed his bow and some arrows.
"Like those will help against a dinosaur."
"That's looking on the bright side, dork."
"I'm being realistic, dummy."
"Kids, play nice."
"Besides, we might find something smaller we could use as food. It's not like we have a lot to eat."
With little to-do, they found a forest, a jungle almost, and within that, they found a river roaring in its rapids, and began collecting water. "We should boil this," Willow said. "It kinda smells swampy."
"Good thinking, Will."