Dr. Ellie Satler always watched the news. She always wanted to see what became of her old friend, Alan Grant, who she had not seen for a couple months. She was stunned to see this.
She watched as Grant exploded at the InGen debate. Satler knew that Alan would never go that crazy. Why would he do that now?
"Holy shit," she said as she watched it over and over again on the Tivo.
Satler leaned back as her husband walked into the room and asked, "What happened n…is that Grant?"
"Yeah," she replied. "What happened to him?"
"I knew one day he would blow."
Ian Malcolm sat in Lucky Leo's Tavern, an old drinking establishment located in LA, drinking a beer. Sarah had been out on business in Europe and he was lonely. He and his daughter, Kelly, had grown apart and she was sleeping over at a friend's house.
Malcolm looked up at the TV as he chugged down the beer. He blinked twice then said to the bartender, "I know that guy. That is Alan Grant. The son of a bitch who was on Isla Nublar with me."
"You believe that crap?" Leo the bartender asked.
"Hell yeah. I was there."
"Get the hell out of here you had too much to drink."
"No way in hell."
"Jumper," Leo called as his jumper, Bryan, took Malcolm and escorted him out the door as Malcolm protested.
"It is the truth!" Malcolm shouted from outside the bar. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hi, can you transfer me to a Dr. Richard Levine? Thank you I will hold."
"What makes Dr. Grant tick?" Richard Levine asked Malcolm as they sat in LAX Airport. "Answer that question for me Malcolm. What would make a well known paleontologist finally burst?"
"Stress," Malcolm answered.
It had been three days since Grant shouted at Dylan Howe at the debate and many paleontologists and other scientists wanted to tell everyone.
"Grant having stress?" Levine asked as he took a sip of ice tea. "That is a load of crap even from your point of view."
"Grant has been pushed and pulled a lot of times," Malcolm replied as he drank his coffee. "The way I see it is that all the stress that is built up in a person has to come out at some point. Do you agree?"
"Of course."
"The problem from Grant's point of view was that if and I say if he got so much stress from all the publicity and speculation that he had to go through, as well as I had to, he cracked and started to lose it."
"Since when did you get into psychiatry?"
"Trust me. That is how it happened."
"So you going to fly to Montana just to ask Grant a stupid question?"
"I'm not flying to Montana."
"Then where the hell are you going?"
"Grant's debate problem happened in Florida, correct?"
"Your point being?"
"Grant would not stay in Florida because he would get nailed by the press and since that is what made him crack…"
"Why go through it now."
"Exactly."
"What I still don't get is why not go back to Montana?"
"Press would be waiting for him there."
"And you going to fly to every other state to look for him?"
"I know exactly where he is."
"Where?"
"Ellie Satler's house."
"And you know where that is?"
"I looked it up."
Alan Grant woke up in the guest room in Ellie Satler's house. They hadn't seen each other in a couple months, but after what happened she allowed him to stay there.
Grant made his way down the stairs to the kitchen where he found Ellie cooking eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
"You always were a good cook," Grant said as he sat down at the table.
"Slept in your clothes?" Ellie asked as she continued to cook.
"Yeah. Where are your husband and kid?"
"Take your child to work day."
"I see."
"Want some breakfast?" Ellie asked as she mixed the food placing the different foods on a plate. "It is good."
"Sure," Grant answered as Ellie placed the plate in front of him.
"I thought you might."
The doorbell rang and Ellie ran straight for the front door. She opened it and there stood Ian Malcolm dressed in his black shirt, jacket, and pants.
"Ian Malcolm?" Ellie questioned.
"That's me," Malcolm answered. "Is Alan here."
Grant had been listening to the conversation and started to quietly head upstairs. He remembered not being too fond of Malcolm.
"Yes," Ellie answered still confused. "Come in."
"Thanks," Malcolm said stepping in. "Nice house."
"So what brings you here?"
"Wanted to talk to Alan about the debate."
"He doesn't want to talk about it."
Malcolm spotted the ring on Ellie's finger and asked, "You two got married?"
"No, we are just friends."
"I see."
Grant made his way down the front stairs and said, "Sorry to eat and run."
"You have nowhere to go," Ellie said even more confused.
"Hey wait, Alan," Malcolm said as he ran after Grant who was heading to his car. "I need to talk to you."
"About the damn debate," Grant said getting frustrated. "I'm not talking about it."
"Not that," Malcolm replied. "I want the three of us to talk about an important issue."
"And what is that?" Grant asked looking at Malcolm.
Ellie walked over as Malcolm answered bluntly, "Isla Sorna."