June 13, 2015 Isla Nublar

Owen Grady smiled as he watched Zach and Grey's parents reunite with them in the middle of the massive Visitor Center, with Claire standing awkwardly near them.

After several minutes of hugging, kissing, and crying, mostly on the part of their parents, the family prepared to leave. Owen smiled again and looked down, letting the events of the last 24 hours go through his head.

"Owen!" a voice called out, and he looked up.

There, a few feet away, stood Grey Mitchell, the youngest of the two brothers.

"Hey, Grey. Still want to become a paleontologist?" Owen asked, laughing at the boy's rapid negative response.

"Are you coming?" Grey asked. Owen smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, I have to get some things straightened out." he replied. He smiled at the downhearted look on the kid's face. "Hey, maybe I'll come and visit sometime." he promised.

Grey smiled. "You won't still be working for Masrani, will you?" he asked.

Owen laughed. "Absolutely not." he said, causing Grey to laugh as well.

"Grey, it's time to go!" the child's father called. He looked back at them, then at Owen.

"Bye!" he said, waving his hand as he ran back to his family.

Owen smiled again and waved goodbye as the group walked out the door and on their way.

He looked around at the mostly-empty Visitor Center, sighing to himself as the last few families reunited and left.

He had waved goodbye to far more than just Grey. He had waved goodbye to his career. He had waved goodbye to the relationships he had made during the last several hours. He had waved goodbye to Blue, the last of his raptors, somewhere alone on the island, and he had waved goodbye to those that had not lasted so long.

But he had not waved goodbye to dinosaurs.