What better place for the webmaster of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Society to spend the Winter Solstice than at the center of a crop circle? And she knew just which one. Even if she'd known what was about to happen, she wouldn't have changed her mind. By midnight, she would know she had made the right choice as the real Lost World opened all around her. Professor Challenger had known the Earth was a living being, and today, she knew IT would be reborn.