Alan Grant stood looking out at the dig site. The tarps were being removed from the partially uncovered skeletons, the equipment was being boxed up, and the trailers were being loaded up, preparing to depart. After years and years of work and study, Grant's profession was extinct. He was aware of the irony, it was the most worn out joke in the paleontology field. Of course there would be digs, trying to uncover the mummified remains of some Egyptian pharaoh, or the clay pots of some ancient tribe, but Grant's love was in the dinosaurs. His trip some eight years ago to the now famous island only fueled his passion for digging. He now knew how the animals acted, and he could look at the bones that he uncovered and see just where scientists had gone wrong in the past. It was a lot easier to prove something if you have actually seen it happen, even if those you are trying to prove it to have not.

But all of his work was pointless when people found out the truth for themselves, when the new island was found. He always worried about it, but forced himself not to think about it. With living breathing dinosaurs alive, who needs a paleontologist. Grant saw the breaking news himself, it was during a trip to talk with one of his investors in New York. The hotel only got six channels, and not too surprisingly, it was on all of them. Ian Malcolm and some others had gone to an island called Sorna, somewhere near the Nublar island, and had come back with most of their party missing. With the increase in appearances of strange, dead, lizard-like animals on the beach and the very secretive incident six years later, in which a private company, InGen, actually destroyed an island, the Costa Rican government got a little suspicious. They sent a team to investigate all of the islands. Some of their team died on the expedition, and soon, information was leaking out. Less than a year later, the media was tossing around rumors of living dinosaurs on an island in Central America. It didn't take long after that until the news got out, and then Donald Gennaro, the lawyer for now bankrupt InGen, made a formal statement in front of a stunned and excited, and even frightened, world.

Grant didn't remember the exact words, but Gennaro made known to the world what Grant had discovered for himself over 7 years ago, that dinosaurs still existed on earth. Or rather, they were re-created. But those were minor details. The public didn't care that the dinosaurs were created in a lab, they only cared that they were there, and they all wanted their turn to go see them. Unfortunately, the island was not open to the public, in fact, it wasn't open to anybody. The Costa Rican government had obtained the island from the German company that owned it, and frankly, had forgotten about it. They had given the island to InGen, whom they were invested in heavily. When InGen went under, the German company barely survived, and were more than happy to get it off of their hands when Costa Rica made the offer, after the incident but before the speculation grew.

Public opinion aside, Grant was out of a job. There were a few paleontologist left, most just in it because of the recent dinosaur hype, but Grant didn't see the point anymore. There was nothing left to discover, or even pretend to discover, now that people could just flip on the Discovery Channel to see it happen live. Now, he would have to find work elsewhere. He was thinking about being strictly a university professor. Even with living, breathing dinosaurs, people still needed to be educated about them. And Grant felt he was just the man to do it.

One of Grant's students climbed the hill he was on and approached him, "Dr. Grant, you have a phone call."