Owen burst through the roof access' door, the loud thwack of helicopter blades vibrating through his entire body. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the images of Claire Dearing, Simon Masrani, and Henry Wu all watching the sharp image of an official Jurassic World chopper lifting off into the distance.
He was sweating now, and his legs were burning from taking the stairs two at a time. The organ that he understood as his heart was clawing like a wild animal against his chest, and his stomach sank into his feet. Anger and disappointment went to war with his head, and he registered Claire smirking at him. When she caught him watching, she pulled a straight face. Owen looked back at the disappearing chopper, and feeling his throat clamp with emotion, clenched his jaw. Owen turned on his heel, whipped open the door again, and stalked through it.
She was gone. Without so much as a goodbye, she was gone.