Ian Malcolm sat in the Ellie Sattler's house. Grant was on the computer looking up information on what the public was allowed to know about the islands.
"So what happened that Ellie and you broke up?" Malcolm asked. "If you don't mind me asking."
"Yes, I mind," Grant said as he turned away from the computer to look at Malcolm. "Besides the point that it is none of your business, I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay."
Ellie walked into the den where Grant and Malcolm were and said, "Dinner should be ready soon."
"Excellent," Malcolm said standing up. "What are we eating?"
"Steak," Ellie replied.
"Yum," Malcolm said.
"My husband is taking my son out of the house tomorrow so you two will have it to yourselves, besides me being here."
"He doesn't have to," Malcolm said.
"Why is that?" Ellie asked.
"Malcolm set up a meeting for him and me to meet with paleontologists, Andrew Carter, Casey Darwin, and Jacob Partridge," Grant answered.
"I can't come?" Ellie asked.
"It is going to be a waste of time," Grant said. "For anyone who goes."
"I'm going to ask them to come on our expedition," Malcolm said as he smiled.
"We never agreed to come," Grant said as he looked at Ellie. "Neither of us did. Get the facts straight."
"You aren't coming?" Malcolm asked the two.
"I'm still thinking about it," Ellie answered.
"Grant?" Malcolm asked looking at him.
Grant looked at Ellie. She nodded and he answered to Malcolm saying, "Still thinking about it."
"Good," Malcolm said. "Now let's eat."
Mark Degler looked around the kitchen room table. He was used to having Grant eat at the house discussing some new digs he had, but he had never met Malcolm, who struck Mark as a strange fellow.
"So what do you do, Mark?" Malcolm asked.
"He is a businessman," Ellie answered.
"Like Donald Trump?" Malcolm asked.
"I wouldn't compare myself up to someone as high in the world as Donald Trump," Mark answered laughing.
"Why not?"
"I'm not that rich."
"You still have a nice house."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"So why are you here, Dr. Malcolm?"
"He wants Alan and me to go to Isla Sorna," Ellie answered. When Mark heard that he spit out the soda in his mouth.
"What?" He shouted. He looked at Grant. "And you and my wife are going to this god forsaken island?"
"Not exactly," Grant answered. "We haven't agreed yet."
"Well I'm not having my wife go to a damn island where she will get killed," Mark said standing up. He looked at Ellie. "You aren't going." He left the table and went upstairs.
"That went well," Malcolm said.
"Well I'm off to bed," Grant said standing up. "We have to meet Carter and the others at some damn coffee shop."
"Starbucks," Malcolm said.
"Are you coming, Ellie?" Grant asked.
"No," Ellie answered. "Tell me about the meeting when you come back. I need to stay here with Mark. Ian, you can sleep in the guest bedroom next to Alan's or on the couch." Ellie left the table and Grant and her went up the stairs leaving Malcolm alone in the kitchen.
Malcolm looked at the food and asked, "Are you guys going to eat this or can I eat it all myself?"