“I found something else over here,” she called, dusting the ancient ground away to uncover the evidence accompanying the bones.
Her fellows came over, looking over her shoulders to see what she found. There, beside the fallen Giraffatitan, was as set of small footprints, fossilised into the orange desert. But rather than naked animal prints, the dust soon cleared to reveal the lines and patterns of some workmate’s sneaker undersole.
“Damn time travellers!” she swore.