Jim Kirk

It's an hour or so before sunset when Jim calls a halt to their little procession. He makes a show of examining the clearing and the little stream that runs by, checks the ground for rocks and determines the distance to dinosaur territory. It's all a ruse, of course - he'd scouted this clearing and the surrounding area a week earlier. Remote, but not too remote, secluded but within shouting distance of the nearest path, it's the best place he could find to take Max camping.

"Looks good," he calls, striding back to Bones and Max with Lesovik bounding at his heels. He looks calm enough, but anyone who knows him as well as Bones could tell Jim's all but bursting at the seams for Max's approval. "What say we get the tent up, then you and I, little man," he says, pointing at Max, "can start the camp fire."