Prologue: An Unusual Spot Of Site C-ing:
Sky of blue streamed along the coast of Isla Sorna. The herbivores marched in herds. A Brachiosaurus bent down and pointed its head at the river. A picture was taken of the elegant creature.
The man behind the camera looked at the picture.
"Got a picture of a Brachiosaurus here, Rick," he said to his friend driving the boat.
"Can I see, Bob," he replied.
"Sure." And he handed it over to him.
"Wow. Nice."
"Yep. Just got it right now."
"Cool."
"Just take a look at the entire herd here."
Rick looked up. He was amazed. The sight was so beautiful. Even seeing a real-life dinosaur up on view.
"Isn't it wonderful, Rick?"
"Yes, Bob. It certainly is."
The boat turned down the river off the coast. For the rest of the day, all Bob and Rick could see was the bones of the extinct carnivores. Bob had taken many pictures.
Soon nightfall came. The fog rolled in. There were no more dinosaur bones to be seen.
Bob handed Rick the photo of the Spinosaurus skull, originally burnt to flames.
"Hey, Rick. Could you tell me what this is?"
"Um...Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus."
"Hmm...this one?"
And he handed him the photo of the T-Rex, originally eaten by the Spinosarus.
"Um...Tyrannosaurus Rex."
"Wow. Nice."
And he handed him the skull of a raptor, originally killed by a shotgun.
"Um...Velociraptor."
"Wow. You are good. And this one?"
And he handed him the photo of the Ceratosaurus skull.
"Um...Ceratosaurus Nasicornis."
"Wow. Good job."
"Hey, Bob, look, The fog's rolling in. We can't see a thing."
"You're right. Where are we?"
"How would I know?
Then suddenly, there was a loud crash. The boat crushed onto the rocks and knocked Bob and Rick from separate sides off the boat. Neither of them could see a thing.
Bob was completely lost. As he walked in one direction, he called for Rick.
"Rick! Rick! Where are you, bro?"
But Bob's voice faded from Rick's direction.
"Rick, where are you, man? Rick!"
Then suddenly, a bit of venom squirted on his eyes. He was blinded.
"Oh, shit. Now I can't see anything. Rick! Rick! Rick!"
Then suddenly, he was plucked down by an unseen force and a set of claws was injected in his back.
Bob screamed in agony. Rick still couldn't hear him. Then it happened. He was suddenly pulled away by another unseen force. The next sound was a sound of biting munching, implying his death.
Rick was looking for Bob. Everything around was him was foggy and quiet
"Bob! Bob! Where are you? Where are you? Bob!"
Then a set of red glowing lights appeared behind him. Rick heard a growl.
"Bob?"
He looked behind and in shadow, a snout and a pair of teeth lunged out at him, implying his death.
Isla Niebla Hypothesis:
Riley Harris' face showed up. He walked out of the subway and up to a very nice suburban neighborhood. He walked up to house 150 Johnson Road and rang the doorbell. This was the house of Dr. Ian Malcolm. He was now married to Sarah Harding-Malcolm and they both had a daughter named Kelly Curtis-Malcolm-Harding who was collefe. Sarah opened the door.
"Is this the house if Dr. Ian Malcolm?"
"Why, yes it is. Follow me please."
And she welcomed him in.
"You must be Riley Harris. My dad has been expecting you and so has Mr. Hammond. He's here to discuss business with Ian and they want you to interfere. My name's Sarah. I'm his husband."
"So I see. Very nice to meet you, Sarah.."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Harris."
And they both walked upstaris.
"Hey, Ian. Mr. Harris is here."
"Ah, yes. Riley. Very good to see you."
John Hammond walked out.
"Very good to see you too, Ian. And John."
"Hello there, Riley."
And they all shook hands.
"Anyway, I've got a confession to make. Let's see where do I start?"
"What would that be, Ian?"
"Well, it's been over a year since we succeeded in the destruction of the carnivore population back on Isla Sorna. Am I correct?" said Hammond.
"Yes. Obviously."
"Well, unfortunately, something has survived."
"What?"
"A group of inhabitants that existed for over a year now," said Malcolm.
"Why? You can't possibly tell me there's a..."
"Site C," finished Hammond, "and they call it Isla Niebla."
"Wait, so you're not sending people there, are you?"
"Well, there is a group of people who were known to left the city to invest that place. Only god knows what lives on that island," claimed Malcolm.
"Wait, so you want to send a rescue team there. Right?"
"Yes. And we were hoping that you would be one of them. So..."
"Okay, okay," interrupted Harris, "I would rather commit suicide then go on such a treacherous journey since what happened to me back on Isla Sorna."
"Riley. We just wanted to tell you that..." said Malcolm.
"What Ian's trying to say is, Harris, is that..."
Harris sighed, looked at his watch and then interrupted.
"Well look at the time. I guess I better be going."
"Wait, Riley," said Hammond.
"At least listen to us," said Malcolm.
"I'm not listening," he replied.
"Wait, Riley," called Malcolm.
"Nice seeing both of you," he called back.
And he left the house as quick as possible.
Sarah came into the room.
"What happened, Ian. How did it go?"
"I tried to tell him," said Malcolm.
"We both tried to tell him," said Hammond, "but he just wouldn't listen."
"If only he could understand," sighed Malcolm.
