Author's Note: I do not own Jurassic Park or any of the characters. They belong to Michael Crichton, Steven Spielberg, and Universal Pictures, I have simply borrowed the characters for this story. I only own my OC Melissa Mulddon, who is Robert's 21 year old daughter. I would like to point out that it would be possible for Robert to have a 21 year old daughter if he was in his 20's when she was born. Also, I am in no way shape or form implying that Bob Peck(the actor who played Muldoon) was schizophrenic, I just wanted to flesh out Robert a bit more than he was in both the film and the book. Please read and review.

'Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand.'-Gold Can Turn To Sand

Chapter 5: Gold Can Turn To Sand

I sit on the steps leading to the control room with my head in my hands. The voices in my head start with their screaming again. Maybe I should accept my fate and die. Death would be a welcome end to this hell I live.

'God, if I die tomorrow make it quick and painless.' I think.

Someone walking up the stairs gets my attention. I look up and see it's Ellie. She sits down next to me with a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"John's still got it in his head that he'll regain control of this place." Ellie says.

"He was never in control in the first place." I say.

"Exactly."

"Come on, lets go back to the control room. We need to get some sleep."

We stand up and head to the control room. When we get inside, I find Melissa sitting with her feet on a desk. Her head is on her chest and she snores lightly. I take a seat next to her and close my eyes. I fall into a fitful sleep.

I wake up the next morning to someone shaking me. I let out a snort and mumble under my breath.

"Dad, wake up." Melissa says.

"What?" I ask as I open my eyes and look at her.

"John and Ray are at it again."

"Again?" I ask puzzled.

"Well, more like still. They've been going at it on and off all night."

"Oh." I say.

I get up to stretch my legs and my back pops.

'I guess that's what I get for sleeping in a chair all night.' I think.

I pace for a few minutes to get everything loosened up. After I'm done, I sit down on the step to keep an eye on John and Ray. I really don't need them killing each other. Soon they begin arguing about shutting down the system.

"What about the lysine contingency? We could put that into effect." I say.

I block out what's going on until John shouts, "People are dying! Will you please shut down the system."

Ray gets to his feet and goes to the switches that will shut everything down. He flips the switches one by one until we're sitting in total darkness.

'Now we wait.' I think.

Ray flips the switches back to their original positions saying, "Hold on to your butts."

For some reason, we're still in the dark.

"Um." Ray says.

He walks over to the computers and looks at them.

"It's ok, it worked."

"What do you mean it worked? Everything's still off." Ian says.

"The shutdown must have tripped the circuit breakers. All we have to do is turn them back on, reboot a few systems in here, phones, security doors, a half dozen others. But it worked. System's ready."

"Where are the breakers?" I ask.

"Maintenance shed, the other end of the compound. Three minutes and I can have power back on in the entire park." Ray says and walks off.

"Just to be safe, I want everyone in the emergency bunker until Mr. Arnold returns and the whole system's up and running." John says.

Melissa and I share a look in the dark saying, 'This won't work.'

We grab Ian and head to the bunker. The whole way there I keep praying things will work and we'll all get off the island alive. Little do I know that getting off the island alive might not happen for some of us. What I don't know is that in less than an hour, I'll nearly be killed by a raptor and that Melissa will be injured trying to save my life.