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He's sitting on the helicopter's uncomfortable seats and enjoys watching the old man lose his temper. He likes to watch the paleontology couple and running their numbers in his head. Ian's a math man. Likes to count the odds. He's betting two to one that she'll leave first. The lawyer on the other hand is slimy and irritating and he would love for him to shut the hell up.
It's just simple math, he thinks as he watches the eggs hatch. Yet this math doesn't work in this modern formula. Dinosaurs are dead, gone, calciumafied into rocks. In this cold and mammalian-governed world they do not belong. Ian frowns at the puffed up science egos. He knows for a fact that they haven't been checking those oversized reptilian skirts. That oversight will bite them in the ass.
And he's sitting there with Grant in the car and the lights go out. These things happen – back home minor power outages happened all the time in a thunder storm. But when he sees giant monsters ripping through fences and eating he realizes that he's not in Kansas anymore and that his old numbers are probably not the best resource. Sure, running with the flare was stupid but Ian thinks of his own children, safe in their own beds. Grant doesn't get it and as Ian lies bleeding in the mud, decides not to hold it against him.
The tyrannosaurus is chasing them and the mathematician thinks it's a fitting name. That thing is terrifying. He knows you're more likely to be killed by lightening then sharks and wonders how he can fit this damn safari in. He decides that vacations are over-rated and perhaps he will be the first person ever to have a vacation phobia.
According to statistics, women live longer the men these days. It referred somehow to doctor visits and willingness to eat medicine. The morphine for his leg has softened his view on the world and he wishes that he could be there with her instead of being stuck in the bunker and listening to her fear via the radio. He wonders if there is a study going on about the two genders and willingness to die for the other in situations like his.
He's hobbling to the helicopter with Grant, finally escaping the hell hole they've been trapped on. The old man is broken seeing his dreamland turned into a nightmare. Ian feels slightly sorry for him, but can't think of anything to say. He notices the changes the vacation has caused; the kids are snuggly with the stern researcher while the botanist looks hesitant when looking at her future. Ian shifts his weight to get comfortable and doesn't even think at looking back at the lush island.
It was a bad idea from the start.
Ian doesn't have the heart to say "I told you so".