The following afternoon, Malcolm, Sarah, and Kelly were at Malcolm's home. Malcolm and Sarah had fallen asleep, but Kelly was listening to the news on the radio.
"Our journalist is getting a really first-rate view of the deck of the ship..." The announcer said. "..and the cargo hold that, for the moment anyway, contains the animal itself, presumably with the infant alongside. Now, by our calculations, they should be nearing the halfway point of the trip. Jim, can you still hear me there?"
"Yes, I can, Bernard." Jim said, "We are, in fact, halfway to the island. It is two hundred six nautical miles from our present location. The ship is moving at about twenty knots, which will put it in at eleven-thirty a.m., Eastern time. One of the Navy's primary concerns through all of this has been safety. And if I take another look around the ever-growing escort around the ship, they are taking no chances of a repeat of the San Diego Incident."
"Okay, we're going to take a moment here," Bernard said, "and run the recording of our interview we had earlier today with John Hammond. He's the former head of the corporation, InGen. The man who has come forward to spearhead this movement, not only to return these animals to their island, but to keep the island itself intact."
"It is absolutely imperative," John Hammond's voice said over the radio, "that we work with the Paleontological Society and the newly formed Costa Rican Department of Environmental Conservation to establish a set of rules...for the preservation and isolation of that island. These creatures...require our absence to survive, not our help. And if we could only step aside...and trust in nature, life will find a way."
Several days later, the Tyrannosaur family stood in a grassy plain on Isla Sorna. Nearby, a herd of Stegosauruses walked cautiously by. A flock of Pteranodons flew in the sky. One of them descended and landed on a tree limb, screeching into the air.