Terry was in the area full of skeletons and replicas of ancient animals, such as dinosaurs, when he felt a tug on his jeans. Looking down, he saw a little boy, who couldn't be more than 5 or 6, looking up at him, one hand on Terry's jeans and the other pointing to the skeleton.
"Missir, what's it?" He asked, a mix of interest and concern on his face. Terry looked around; there wasn't anyone else around. He leaned down to the boy's level.
"It's a dinosaur. You ever heard about them?" The little boy looked over at the dinosaur, wide-eyed and nodded a little. "Don't worry, it's not going anywhere." Terry reassured the boy. "What's your name?" The boy paused and bit his lip.
"...Craig." He finally said, clearly wondering if he'd done the right thing.
"It's alright, Craig." Terry said, standing up again. "Are you lost?" The boy thought for a moment before shrugging. "C'mon, I bet somebody's looking for you."
"Miss Summers!" Craig said suddenly, looking around. "I hope she's not mad."
"She'll be glad to see you. Let's go find her." Terry replied with a small smile, hoping Miss Summers wasn't some ancient, callous school teacher. The little boy grabbed his jeans as they walked to the information desk, Terry asking them to page a Miss Summers.