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Chapter 3
About an hour after Dr. Malcolm had arrived, he heard the whirring noice of a helicopter
overhead.
"Good, they've made it!" Hammond exclaimed, rushing to open the door in the ceiling. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, which made Ian Malcolm excessively uneasy. Whatever Hammond was planning, he was too eager for it to be safe, even in the minimalist sense of the word. Dr. Grant emerged, grumbling about how much computers hated him and vise-versal Apparently he had been attempting to ignore Lexi and Tim by doing some work, but the laptop and he had fought a decisive battle. The decisive part was that the computer would always win. Now that he was safely on the floor and away from the advanced technology, Alan Grant surveyed his surrounding.
"Where are we?" he demanded, eyeing Hammond suspiciously.
"Looks as if we all got conned into this," Malcolm commented as Hammond took the paleontologist aside to try to explain.
"Ian! It's so good to see you!" Ellie Sattler exclaimed, dropping down the ladder behind Dr. Grant. Ian managed a smile as she embraced him, but couldn't help noticeing that, as she pulled away, she was studying Dr. Grant out of the corner of her eye. Alan was busy interrogating John Hammond, but wasn't obviously wasn't getting much information. Hammond simply couldn't stop his jolly laughter. Pastor Maer was still as confused as he had been an hour ago, but that didn't stop him from befriending the two youth, a girl and a boy, who stepped out of the helicopter after Dr. Sattler. In less than two minutes they were discussing dinosaurs, much to Ian Malcolm's frustration and Hammond's delight. Groaning, the mathematician pushed his way past their captor, John Hammond to Pastor Maer.
"Pastor, the helicopter'ds here. Let's go, or we'll miss Kelly's gymnastics program."
"Oh, come now, Ian. We've only just arrived." Just as he was about to protest, Malcolm heard the sound of the helicopter lifting off. He groanded, looking on helplessly as the aircraft ascended higher and higher into the sky. Even after it had vanished from his sight, he stared at where it had been, hoping that by some miracle it would return. Then he felt a slight tremor in the floor beneath him. He glanced at the glass of water he had been drinking from, which was on a nearby table. Seconds later, it spread into several ripples. Dr. Malcolm's fears had been realized. He was trapped again and his last escape had just flown away. They were all trapped.