He didn't want to be here. His wife was right, this place was a death-trap. Scientists need to stop thinking with their heads so much and start using common sense. Dinosaurs died for a reason. Despite his stance against InGen's experiments, he kept himself in good humor by thinking about how a T-Rex burger would taste, or how many starving people you could feed with a single Apatosaurus.
Halbert Loring was standing behind the visitors center in what Muldoon called the "Smoking Center". That programmer, Arnold or Alfred or something, he could smoke inside, but the real workers, the construction boys, they have to stand on this crappy little patch of dirt. He took a long puff from his Marlboro and threw the rest onto the ground. Then he checked his watch.
"SHIT!" Hal shouted as he rushed down the path to the boat dock. Fern leaves slapped his face as he ran full-tilt, barely keeping himself balanced on the twisted dirt road. "She is going to kill me!" His mind yelled, before continuing it's stream of curse words. He'd been running for what seemed like hours until he finally saw the boat dock through the thick trees and twisted vines. Just a few minutes more and he'd be there. The sound of his feet and lungs were suddenly broken by the large bellow of the ships horn. "Fuck!" Hal exclaimed and he picked the pace, running faster than he had during his college days of track.
"Don't leave!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping someone on the boat may hear, "Please don't leave me! Please!"
Halbert knew they wouldn't hear his shouting, his cold, rational mind told him so, but his heart said "Shout louder". "Shout louder and they'll hear you" it promised. His body listened to his heart, Hal's brain was no longer in the conversation, his body now ran on muscle and instinct, not rational thinking. He waved his arms in the arms in the air and screamed louder.
"Help! Stop the boat! Stop it! Don't leave!"
Hal nearly slipped on the wet wood of the boat dock. His stood still for the first time since checking his watch. Suddenly the exhaustion hit him, two thousand pounds seemed to fall on his shoulders and he was forced to his knees, his lungs threatened to jump out his throat and his legs were now rubber. He watched despairingly as the massive ship headed for the horizon, too far away to see or hear him. He stood up and as the sun neared the skyline and the ship floated slowly away, Halbert Loring could only think one thing…
"My wife is going to be so pissed."