Disclaimer: All of anything that's related to Jurassic Park is © Michael Crichton, and all other characters, plus plot are © Myself

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Adversity: Section Two

In a laboratory a few miles away, a young scientist named Tyler Morrison was leaning over the works of the five people currently residing in Levine's kitchen. It was coincidence more then anything, plus the fact that he liked the views of these five: Richard Levine, Sarah Harding, Ian Malcolm, Alan Grant, and Ellie Sattler. In one hand, Morrison had a cup of steaming coffee, and in the other, a cigarette was resting between his middle and index fingers. The combined taste wasn't wonderful, but it kept him awake. He took a sip from the coffee, and then a puff from the cigarette, then had to pause to cough. Morrison was a tall man, in his early twenties. He wore a white lab coat, his long limbs sprouting past the sleeves, and legs sticking far out from beneath, his khaki pants and sneakers plenty visible. It was about time he got a new coat. Oh well, when the budget would allow it. A tan neck rose from his white collar, leading up to ahandsome face, with small stubble poking up around his mouth. His eyes were a dull shade of blue, and his long, shaggy hair was brown, the strands rumpled and untidy. The man felt like he needed a long, cold shower. He'd been here for too long.

Morrison placed the cup of coffee down for a moment, using this moment to take a long drag from the cigarette, and turning a page on Malcolm's opinions on extinction. Morrison was like Levine, and had a very high interest on the subject of extinction. In order to figure out how extinction occurred, he wanted to figure out the behavioral habits of the dinosaurs, which is where he turned to Grant, Sattler, and Harding. Harding had some very interesting views of carnivores, and had recently published her own opinion on carnivore dinosaur's behavioral habits.

'Chaos is undoubtedly a factor in the extinction of dinosaurs. They each disappeared off the earth at different moments in time, five periods to be exact, so it couldn't have been one large event that just finished them off. Through the theory of evolution, as each period went along, the dinosaurs must have continued to alter, which led to-'

Morrison took another long drag from the cigarette, before placing the mug of coffee down again to rub at sleepy eyes. He'd just shut his eyes for a few seconds, that was all… they were sore, and if he rested them, he could pay more attention. The words in front of his eyes had already started to split and blur so if he just rested them for a second…

He closed his eyes, and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep, the cigarette slipping from his fingers and falling to the table, atop the research papers of the five.

Five minutes later, the papers had started to smoke, and ten minutes later, they started to burn.

Morrison continued to sleep.