I'm back! I hope you guys like this one!

Emily had breakfast brought up to her hotel room the next morning, and the moment she'd thanked room service, and shut the door, the paleontologist unplugged her phone from its charger, and dialed her father's number.

"Emily Grant, I told you to call me when you landed!"

"You said soon Dad, not when I landed."

He harrumphed on the other end of the phone, and Emily smiled, teasing, "Grumpy old man."

"Try worried." He slipped into a deadpan.

"I can handle myself Dad. Besides, the most they've done is walk me down their Main Street and given me half a lab tour."

"Why half?"

"Because Dr. Wu has come to the conclusion that paleontology is obsolete, and apparently I needed to know that."

She could practically see him frowning, "Dr. Wu from…?"

"Jurassic Park? Yeah, that's him. He remembered me."

"That's not too surprising."

"I know. I'm hoping they'll actually let me see some dinosaurs today." Emily stabbed a sausage link and took a bite off one end. "God, can you imagine seeing a brachiosaur again…?"

"I have."

She rolled her eyes, "Well I haven't." The paleontologist sat forward, "Do you think the dinosaurs from the original park are still alive?"

"I don't know Emily, it's been twenty years."

"I'm going to ask. Can you imagine if that brachiosaur, the first one we saw, is still alive?!" Emily was unable to keep her excitement from her voice.

"That would be interesting." Her father conceded. "But don't forget their ugly side."

"How could I? I've got a reminder right here on my arm."

"Emily-"

"Relax a bit Dad. I haven't even been here a full twenty-four hours. I'm sure some panic will set in eventually-"

"And you call me when it does. Okay?"

"I will."

"Good. I've got a meeting, but I'll talk to you soon. I love you Em."

"Love you too Dad. Don't let Billy take over the museum without me."

Her father laughs, "I won't. Goodbye."

"Bye Dad." Emily smiled and hung up the phone. For some reason, today felt very much like it was going to be a good day.

Emily met Masrani on the steps of the Innovation Center. She'd opted for a light green button down, khaki shorts, hiking boots and her fedora. And man was she glad she'd worn a tank top under the button down, because it was hot. And way too humid for her liking.

She'd have to get used to it.

Masrani had his sleeves rolled up, likely against the heat, when he mounted the steps toward her.

"Dr. Grant. Good morning."

Emily took her hat off and fanned herself. "Good morning."

"If you'll come with me, I'm afraid we've got a bit of a ride to get to our destination. I hope you slept well."

"Surprisingly well actually."

"Good, good."

He led her through what were obviously employee access ways, to a helicopter landing pad. Emily's stomach sank, but she followed him into what was probably her least favorite form of transportation.

Masrani passed her a headset, "I thought you should see our control room, the base of operations, before we get into the dinosaurs, yes?"

Emily nodded, "That works for me."

The helicopter took off smoothly; flew up and over Main Street, and closer to the densely forested mountains. Where it touched down on a smaller landing pad, attached to a concrete building.

Emily followed Masrani out, trading her headset for her fedora. They ducked under the spinning rotors, and then down a short, metal staircase. A woman in a dark green sweater was waiting at the bottom.

"Mr. Masrani." The woman nodded to Masrani.

"Vivian, lovely to see you. Dr. Grant, this is Vivian Krill, our inter-communications manager here."

Emily reached past Masrani to shake the woman's hand, "Dr. Emily Grant, paleon-, sorry, consulting paleontologist."

Vivian smiled, and shook Emily's hand, "Welcome to Jurassic World, Dr. Grant."

Emily made a mental note to add that most employees seemed friendly, and on good terms with Masrani. When employees liked their boss, it was always a good sign.

Vivian led the way through a door, and then down a narrow, carpeted set of stairs. And Emily raised a brow as they emerged into the control room.

At least five rows of desks, all going up in height, like seats in an auditorium. And huge screens covering the far wall, displaying a massive map of the island, tons of smaller screens of camera footage, of dinosaurs, guests, empty jungle. It was, impressive, to say the least.

Emily added another mental note; technologically advanced, far superior general monitorization compared to Hammond.

A few of the employees caught her eye. One, a woman with red hair standing at the center. She seemed to be in charge, and her gray skirt and immaculate white blouse just solidified Emily's guess. Two, a man who appeared to be coming back from a bathroom break. He was wearing a Jurassic Park shirt.

Just spectacular.

Masrani stepped past Emily and Vivian and motioned the red-headed woman over. She greeted him professionally before Masrani turned, "Claire, this is Dr. Emily Grant, our new Consulting Paleontologist."

The woman firmly shook Emily's hand. "Claire Dearing, Park Operations Manager."

"A pleasure to meet you Ms. Dearing."

The woman nodded, and Emily removed her hat, tapping it on her leg.

After a moment, Ms. Dearing smiled politely, "Would you like a tour Dr. Grant?"

"Certainly. That is why I'm here."

Ms. Dearing led Emily forward, "You've met Vivian, she's our inter-communications manager. This is Lowery Cruthers, he's our attractions manager."

The man in the Jurassic Park t-shirt stood, and Emily shook his hand.

"Dr. Emily Grant, Consulting Paleontologist."

His eyes flew wide, and he stuttered out, "Lowery Cruthers."

Ms. Dearing continued talking as Lowery took his seat, looking starstruck. Emily turned to listen to her as she ran through what all the controlled and monitored, and walked Emily through everything that was displayed or could be displayed on the massive screen on the far wall.

It was overwhelming, and seemed complicated to Emily, though she figured it probably just took getting used to. But it seemed efficient. And, most importantly, they had every aspect of the park monitored. If something broke out, or something went wrong, they'd see it immediately. Unless of course the power went out.

"Ms. Dearing," Emily continued to tap her hat on her leg, "In the event of a power outage, how do you keep the dinosaurs contained?"

"We have back up generators that will power the control room." Ms. Dearing didn't even turn to face Emily as she answered.

"What about paddock fences? That's what killed Jurassic Park."

"We can't cover the entire park in generators Dr. Grant."

Emily frowned. "Then what about guests? Or your ACU facilities? Can they track the dinosaurs in the event of a power outage?"

"In the event of a power outage, guests will be moved to the resort. ACU has protocols in place for power outages as well. But since you are not an ACU member, those protocols are off limits to you."

"And what would you do to get the power back on?"

Ms. Dearing turned on her heel, opened her mouth to fire something back, and then shut it, her eyes flicking to Masrani.

Emily crossed her arms, still waiting for an answer.

Ms. Dearing took a deep level breath. "Dr. Grant, we have all the necessary protocols in place in the event of a power outage."

"Yes, yes." Masrani smoothly stepped in. "I will provide you with a complete list when you've finished touring the park."

Emily sighed but nodded. "Thank you."

Another note to be added,

- Employee couldn't tell me safety procedures when I asked about them

Masrani nodded right back. "I've got two things in particular that I would like you to see before I leave and turn you over to capable hands who know the dinosaurs better than I do." He led Emily out of the control room.

Right as she was heading out the door, Emily heard Lowery exclaim, "No you guys don't understand! That was Emily fricking Grant!"

Emily followed Masrani past the long line of tourists, and the moment the college-aged attendant saw the badge Masrani flashed, he let them through the gate. Emily followed Masrani up a set of carpeted stairs, and into a large, fake log.

There were no tourists in there, thankfully. There was a long, curved glass window along the left side of the log, with jungle on the other side.

Masrani stopped by the window, "You should recognize her, I hope."

"Recognize wh—" Emily stopped abruptly as she stepped in front of the glass and found herself staring at a Tyrannosaurus Rex. No, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, if the scars raking down the side of her neck were any indication.

"This is the Rex from the original park, correct?" Emily asked, barely able to keep her voice steady. Some mix of awe, surprise and apprehension washed over her.

"Yes, this is her."

Emily took a small step closer to the glass, "How is she alive?"

"Her handlers seem to think it's stubbornness, from what I've read in my reports."

Emily fumbled for her notepad, not taking her eyes off the Rex. She glanced down briefly to scribble;

- Rex. From original park. Still alive and kicking.

Masrani seemed nearly oblivious to Emily's shock, "We'll let the public in here in a moment, for the feeding time."

"I've seen her feed before unfortunately." Emily scribbled down another note.

- Public can view feeding times. How do they get Rex to eat on a schedule?

"Mr. Masrani, how do you get her to eat on a schedule? She'll want to hunt, not be fed."

He smiled just a little, "You'll have to wait and see. You'll likely recognize the method."

Emily frowned. It seemed today was not her day for getting straight answers.

True to what Masrani had said, tourists flooded in not two minutes later, crowding up against the glass. Emily planted her feet and refused to budge, though Masrani moved to the back of the log to answer his phone.

Ignoring the crowd around her, Emily watched the Rex wander through the far end of her enclosure. She looked old and moved far slower than Emily remembered. Still, it was without a doubt the exact same Rex she had watched gobble up Donald Gennaro, the same Rex who had saved her life.

And now that Emily thought about it, she was probably older than the Rex. All paleontological data they had pointed toward rex's living roughly 30 years. And if Emily was thirty and older than the Rex. Yeah, that made sense. At least Wu hadn't messed with that part of the genetics as far as Emily could tell.

The clamoring of the crowd drew Emily from her thoughts as a small platform rose out of the ground, a goat on top. The Rex's diet hadn't changed much then.

And then a flare popped up, glowing bright red.

Emily could see her father in her mind's eye, holding a similar flare. Which was probably exactly what InGen thought they were doing, luring the Rex in.

And it worked, to Emily's chagrin. The Rex came lumbering over, and Emily looked away.

She didn't need to see the Rex eat the goat to know what noise it made, how it would swallow its prey. That much was burned in her memory.

The Rex paused; her amber eye turned toward the glass window. And Emily could have sworn it flickered to her, a hint of recognition there before the Rex lumbered away.

The jeep trundled slowly through the long grass. From her spot in the passenger seat, Emily had a perfect view of the meadow on their right, and the jungle on their left. They were in the Brachiosaurus paddock, and the Brachiosaur handler, Mary-Anne, was driving, and pointing out all sorts of things as they went. Masrani was in the backseat, taking a phone call from an investor. How he had cell signal was beyond Emily.

"They like to feed on those trees in the mornings, or sometimes when it's rainy."

Emily nodded, too busy looking for the dinosaurs themselves to take notes. They'd been to the Triceratops paddock beforehand, and she'd managed to put the Rex out of her mind. For now.

The jeep slowed as Mary-Anne glanced down at a tablet, "They should be right around this clump of trees. We can walk over if you want."

Emily finally turned to look at her. "That'd be great, thank you."

Mary-Anne stopped the jeep and smiled, "No problem."

The Brachiosaur handler hopped out and Emily followed, making sure her hat was securely on her head. She'd donned some sunglasses early, since there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

She followed Mary-Anne through the long grass, and then through the dense clump of trees. It was a far cry from any hiking Emily did back home in Montana.

Before they'd even reached the far side of the trees, Emily could hear the Brachiosaur's singing. It sent shivers up her spine, and the paleontologist quickened her pace. She could hear them singing, talking to one another. And it made her feel like she was nine again, jumping from the jeep to run after her father, to see her first live dinosaur.

It felt like she was doing it all over again.

And this part of it, oh this part she loved.

Emily slowed as she neared the edge of the trees and crept forward the last few steps.

They were just as glorious, just as beautiful as she remembered.

Four, adult Brachiosaurs loomed over her, feeding on the edge of the treeline. They sang back and forth at each other, completely unaware of Emily. The paleontologist smiled. This was why she'd come back, if she was being honest. Yes, overcoming her fear was important. But this, this wonder, this awe, this happiness. This was why she was back.

She pulled off her hat, and her sunglasses, hands shaking. It had been over twenty years. And yet it felt like it had been no time at all, it felt like she was nine. She'd said to herself then, "Forget paleontology, I want to work with live dinosaurs."

Emily smiled. Look what she was doing now.

And I'm still obsessed with Emily. This chapter was much more lighthearted, save for that small fight. Just you wait until next chapter... [insert evil grin here]