Outside the unfinished Jurassic Park: San Diego, a guard walked out of the guard shack as he saw a 1936 Ford convertible approaching. Three other guards came out, motioning to the vehicle to slow down.

"Slow down. Hey, slow it down!" A guard said.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Another guard shouted.

The convertible smashed through the wooden post and sped down towards the facility. As the convertible entered into a building full of empty cages, Sarah spotted the Tyrannosaur infant.

"There it is." Sarah said.

The two rushed to its cage. The Tyrannosaur infant was wearing a muzzle. It barely moved.

"He's sedated." Sarah said. "Really heavily. Give me a hand."

Malcolm and Sarah carried the infant to their convertible.

"Hey, when the adult sees it's us once again with his baby, uh, isn't he gonna be like, 'You...'?" Malcolm said. "You know. There may be some, uh, angry recognition."

Sarah sat in the backseat holding the infant, Malcolm got into the driver's seat.

"Who knows?" Sarah said. "He may be just happy to see us."

As the two prepared to drive away, two guards came running up, brandishing Colt M1911s.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doin'?" A guard shouted.

"We're taking the kid." Malcolm said. "If you really wanna stop us, shoot us."

Malcolm then drove out of the building and away from the facility.

"How will we find the adult?" Sarah asked.

"Uh, follow the screams." Malcolm said.