There is something wrong at the Route 66 roadside attraction, Dalton's Dinos. You should leave. Too bad your car is broken down, and the sweltering heat of the New Mexico desert has driven you into the only shelter around. It's 1992, and there are no cell phones, no rideshare services, and no one around for miles. The staff is missing, and a mysterious voice on the telephone ringing in the attraction is begging you for help to find a missing child. You are not alone, though.