Malcolm proceeded up to Hammond's room. Hammond had recently fallen ill. The two conversed, catching up after having not seen each other for four years.

"You were right, and I was wrong there." Hammond said. "Did you ever expect to hear me to say such a thing? Thank God for Site B."

"Site B?" Malcolm asked suspiciously.

"Isla Nublar was just a showroom, something for the tourists." Hammond explained. "Site B was the factory floor. That was on Isla Sorna, eighty miles from Nublar. We bred the animals there and nurtured them for a few months...and them moved them into the park."

"Oh really?" Malcolm said. "I did not know that."

"Now, after the accident in the park, a hurricane wiped out our facility on Site B." Hammond said. "Call it an act of God. But we had to evacuate, of course, and the animals were released...to mature on their own. "Life will find a way" as you once so eloquently put it. And by now, we have a complete ecological system on the island with dozens of species living in their own social groups...without fences, without boundaries, without constraining technology. And for four years...I've tried to keep it safe from human interference."

"Well...that's right, that's right." Malcolm said. "I mean, hopefully, you've kept this island quarantined, uh, and contained. But I'm shocked about all this. I-I mean, that they're still alive. Uh, you injected them with a serum to make them lysine deficient. Shouldn't they have kicked after seven days without supplemental enzymes?"

"Yes!" Hammond said. "But, by God, they're flourishing! That's one of a thousand questions I want the team to answer."

"Team?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes." Hammond said. "I've-" Hammond began to crawl out of his bed. "I've organized an expedition to go in and-" Malcolm helped Hammond. "Thank you. And document them. To make the most spectacular living fossil record the world's ever seen."

"Wait a minute? Go in and document? What do you mean, like with people?" Malcolm asked.

"Yes." Hammond answered. "They animals won't even know they're there. Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation. An InGen plane with a thermographic camera, another invention of ours, showed that the animals are fiercely territorial. The carnivores are isolated in the interior of the island, so the team can stay on the outer rim. Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again."

"No, you're making, you're making all new ones. Uh, John, wh-" Malcolm chuckled from the sheer madness of Hammond's plan. "Okay, so there's another island with dinosaurs on it -no fences this time- and you want to send people in, very few people, on the ground, right? And, who are these four lunatics that you are trying to con into this?"

"Well it was difficult to convince them as to what they were going to see," Hammond explained. "And in the end, I had to use my checkbook to get them there. But, uh, there's Nick Van Own, who's a photojournalist." Hammond gave Malcolm a thick file. "...and Eddie Carr, who's a field equipment expert. Uh, we have our paleontologist. And I was hoping you might be the fourth. Now look, we've been on the verge of Chapter 11 ever since that accident in the park. And there are those in the company who wanted to exploit Site B in order to bail us out. Well, they've been planning it for years, and I've been able to stop them up until now. But, a few weeks ago, a British family on a yacht cruise stumbled across the island, and their we girl was injured."

Malcolm was in shock.

"Oh, she's fine, she's fine." Hammond reassured. "But, uh, the board has used the incident to take control of InGen from me. And now it's only a matter of time until this lost world is found in pillaged. Public opinion is the one thing I can use to preserve it. But in order to rally that kind of support, I need a complete photo record of those animals, alive and in their natural habitat."

"So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years." Malcolm quipped. "That's, that's something."

Hammond beckoned Malcolm to come to him. "It's...our last chance at redemption."

"John, no." Malcolm said. "Of course, uh, no, and I'm gonna contact the other three members of your team, and I'm gonna stop them from going. Who's the paleontologist by the way?"

"She came to me. I want you to know this." Hammond said.

"Who did?" Malcolm turned around.

"Leave it to you, Ian, to have associations, affiliations, even liaisons, with the best people in so many fields." Hammond said.

"You didn't contact Sarah?" Malcolm said.

"Paleontological behavior study is a brand new field. And Sarah Harding is on that frontier." Hammond said.

"No." Malcolm said, he began looking through her file Hammond gave him.

"Her theories on parenting and nurturing amongst carnivores have framed the debate." Hammond continued. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, where's your phone?" Malcolm said, looking around.

Malcolm went to a desk and picked up a phone. As he was about to dial her number, Hammond said, "It's too late. She is already there."

Malcolm hung up the phone. "The others are meeting her in three days." Hammond said.

"You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?" Malcolm asked.

""Sent" is hardly the word. She couldn't be restrained." Hammond said. "She was already working in San Diego, doing some research at the animal park. And it's only a couple of hours flight from there. And she was adamant about it, absolutely adamant about-" Hammond handed Malcolm a glass of water. "Here you are. About making the initial foray by herself." Hammond chuckled. "Thinks she's Adolph Murie. "Observation without interference", she said. And she went on and on. Well, you know how it is. After you were injured in the park, she sought you out. And then she went all the way down to that hospital in Costa Rica, to ask somebody she didn't even know, whether the rumors were true."

"If you want to leave your name on something, fine." Malcolm said quietly. "But stop putting it on other people's headstones, John."

"Oh, come on. She'll be fine." Hammond assured. "She spent years studying African predators, sleeping downwind and all...She knows what she is doing. And believe me, the research team-"

"It's not a research expedition anymore. It's a rescue operation and it's leaving right now." Malcolm said. He stormed out of the room.