The plane ride wasn't that bad and neither was the boat, for that matter. But, it's business as usual. The only thing different about this day is that I'm going to be determining whether the public is safe from a possible dinosaur attack or not. Yeah, not a normal day for me. But for everyone in Jurassic World, it is. A tall, skinny woman shows me to my room at the hotel. She's been talking since I met her down stairs. I stopped listening about three seconds later. She unlocks the door and leads me in. It's a big room for one person, which is fine since I'm not paying for it.

She hands me a wrist band, mentioning something about vip as I tossed my backpack on the bed. I mumble "thanks" as I walk past her and to the window. "Ms. Jones?" She finally breaks me from my thoughts, and I turn to face her. "Would you like me to get the rest of your bags?" I shook my head as I pointed at my backpack. "No, thanks. This is all I have," I replied.

She looked like she was staring into nothingness as she processed what I said. I'm sure I'm the only person she's seen bring only one bag. But in my defense, it is a large backpack.

A split second later she was back to annoying. "Okay." She was a little too cheery for my tastes. She clasped her hands together, "Well, your meeting with Ms. Dearing is at five o'clock tonight. Someone will come to your room and escort you there." I nodded. "Why so late?" I asked. It took her a minute to reply. "Let's just say… you're not the first person to approach us with safety concerns." That means that they are going to give me the run around. Should've known. But at least they are paying for my three day weekend.

Without another word, she turned and left, closing the door behind her. I put the wrist band on as I sat on the bed. I dug through my back pack until I found my wallet and cell phone. I slipped them into the back pockets of my jeans and then continued digging. I pulled out my skin tight, blue jacket and put it on. I pulled my jet black hair out of its pony tail and then grabbed my sunglasses.

I headed out the door as I glanced at my watch. Four hours to kill. In this place that shouldn't be too hard. I skip the line for the elevators and head for the stairs. I came out into the lobby, nearly getting trampled, and then quickly exited the building. I trot down the stairs and out into the sea of people. On my way to find a place to eat, I stop at a gift shop.

I bought three disposable cameras and then looked around for a minute. My dad wouldn't come with me, and was totally against me coming. So, I said I'd take pictures. He didn't like that, but I don't really care. From the outside, the park looks perfect. So I'm going to prove my father wrong and come home with proof that it is. But I think Jurassic World is a little too much for him. Of course, if I went through what he did I wouldn't want to come back either.

I make my way through the sea to a burger joint across the street. I stand in the corner, eyeing the menu. Fifteen dollars for a half pound cheeseburger is outrageous. But they have to make money somehow.

I order two and charge it to the Jurassic world employee credit card the chick gave me. But I'm not an employee. I just made a deal with them. They pay for me to come and see for myself that the park is safe, and I'll be on all of their billboards and commercials. Apparently I have the "face they've been looking for." Whatever that means. But it pays good and right now I don't have a job. So, hopefully this trip goes well.

I eat the burgers as I walk. Eventually I ended up at the Visitor Center. I follow the crowed into the building. The inside looks better then the brochure. My eyes are quickly fixed on the sign that reads, "Hammond Creation Lab." I look at the statue of the guy and then back up at the sign. My dad always has a few choice words for that guy.

I stroll around the room, taking it all in, and then leave. I spend the next hour going from shop to shop. I stumble upon a bar and spend forty-five minutes and twenty-five dollars in there. Of course the prices were crazy.

I decide to head back to the hotel and jump into the crowd. As I walk, I let my mind wonder. Next thing I know, my shoulder is slamming into someone else's. The young woman and I both say a brief "sorry" and then continue walking. But the sound of metal hitting the pavement caused me to stop. I looked down and saw a gold necklace on the floor.

I picked it up and then quickly stood, looking for the woman. I spun around a few times, searching every face. Then I began walking around, trying to spot her. After ten minutes I gave up. She was gone, vanished into thin air.

I looked down at the necklace still clutched in my hand. It was completely gold, chain and all. The pendent was a circle with a T-Rex head engraved into the middle. I saw some like it at a gift shop, but they were all silver. I sighed and put it in my pocket. I headed back to my room, where I waited for a half hour.

At five minutes 'til five, someone knocked on my door. I answered the door and was greeted by an older gentleman. He then led me out of the hotel and the Visitor Center. We went through a locked door hidden in the corner, and down the hallway. There were some conference rooms here and there, but most of the doors were closed. We went to the end, to an open door. I followed him in and then he closed the door. Everyone was already there. There were five people, including me and the guy.

Three dudes in suits sat on the sides of the table. Claire Dearing, the woman deciding my fate, sat at the head. I stick out like a sore thumb, but they don't seem to care. I sat down at the end of the table as the other guy sat to my left. It felt a little awkward until people started talking.

"Welcome, Ms. Jones," Dearing said, as she opened the folder in front of her. "Thank you for coming on such short notice." She looked a little flustered. Hair was windblown, a coffee stain peeked out underneath her jacket, and her hand was glued to her phone. I guess that's the stress of running this place. "Well, thank you for the opportunity." I smiled just enough to not scare her away.

"So, the job is simple. Most of the time you'll be standing there looking pretty. But we might have you say a few words on a commercial or something," I nodded, thinking. "In case you're wondering, one of our employees had some good things to say about you, which is why you're the only candidate." That's weird. I don't know anyone here. "Who?"

"Mr. Cruthers." She replied. Oh, yeah, I do now him. But that's a long story that shouldn't be told at a job interview. Or ever. I had no idea he ended up here though. "Oh, well that was nice of him," I lied. I don't really care for the guy. But I've been known to say what people want to hear and not what I'd like to say. I noticed she started pulling official looking papers out of the folder. "I'm not going to sign anything, yet." She stopped and looked at me. "The deal was that your people would show me the enclosures, and let me decide for myself weather I'd like to promote this park or not."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware of that." She glared at the man next to her. "But of course. Take as much time as you need. I'll have someone come by your room in the morning." Miscommunication in any business is never a good thing. So that's strike one. Everyone stood up and began to leave. All of the men left as Dearing walked up to me. "If you don't mind, what are your concerns with the park?" I'm not surprised she's asking. But in a way I kind of am. I looked at her with a serious look and said, "My father was one of the men Hammond brought to Jurassic Park-" She nodded as I spoke, now understanding. "To do a test run, make sure it was safe for the public. So I have a few concerns. But that was nineteen years ago. I'm sure everything's fine now."

"Yes, it is." She looked a little nervous now. She walked to the doorway, stopped and turned around. "What is your first name? It's not in the file." Strike two. She looked embarrassed to have to ask. I smiled. "It's Kristofel. Kristofel Jones."