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2. 'Malcolmism'

"No, absolutely not!"

'Malcolmism'. What I like to call something that runs in our family. Just the signature traits of being a Malcolm.

Number One, stubbornism.

"Dad," I sigh. I'd known that this wouldn't be easy, but he was just making it harder than it had to be. I'd barely handed him the letter and he was already dismissing it, he hadn't even read it yet. He'd taken one look at the signature park logo and that was it.

"Oh, oh they, they really have a nerve asking me to go back there. Real nerve!"

"Dad," I tried. "Just think: this is a huge opportunity-" It was impossible to conceal my excitement. But even if I successfully did, he would be able to see through it. He is my Dad after all, and on top of that we're quite close.

He looks at me. "You just want me to go so you can come along."

"No..." He raises his eyebrows. He knew very well that I'd always been fascinated by the dinosaur theme park he'd visited, but he never really talked about it, so any chance I got to learn more I'd take it. And now he was being invited to go back there, to the new park. He couldn't just throw that away!

Number Two, knowing your fellow Malcolms.

"Okay fine! But that's not the only reason. Dad, don't you think this might be a good time and/or opportunity to confront past fears?"

"I'm never setting foot on that island again!" he declares. See what I mean - we Malcolms are immovably stubborn. Trust me, I know.

"You haven't even read the letter-"

"I don't need to. If they had just listened to me from the start-"

"Okay yes, even I have reservations about them playing with evolution like this. But they're reaching out to you. They obviously value your opinion Dad."

"They don't value my opinion - they just want to hear what I have to say and if they don't like what I have to say, they'll just ignore it. You, you don't know them like I do Janie."

"But that was before-"

"It's complete chaos there Janie!"

I roll my eyes. "Everything's chaos to you Dad."

"Well I am a chaotician, aren't I?"

Number Three, everything comes down to chaos.

"Here, put it this way: how would you like it if you woke up after millions of years only to find these strange new creatures had taken over your land and space and while they were at it, locked you away. I think you'd be pretty scared and confused, but that would quickly fade away into anger."

"Yeah but Dad that was Jurassic Park, this is Jurassic World. And that was years ago - with all the technological advancements and learning from the mistakes of the old park, it's new and improved now."

"Well it's new but I wouldn't say improved. I think they're just creating a bigger problem for themselves. Now that they've started, they don't know when to stop. Just you wait, they'll have some kind of crisis sooner or later, I guarantee it. A crisis involving a dinosaur breaking loose and wreaking havoc. Heck they already have!"

"We don't know if that's what happened. The media coverage has been sparse-"

"What else could have happened for them to have evacuated the whole island?"

I shrug. "Technological malfunction maybe." Again, he raises his eyebrows. I sigh. "Dad-"

"I'm not going."

Number Four, probably best not to mention anything Jurassic Park related. Well, for this one it depends on which Malcolm you're talking to. Me, yeah. Dad, hell no, as you can see.

"Some people never learn," he mutters. And with that, he crumples up the letter and tosses it into the garbage, not even the recycling.

He leaves and shuts himself away in his office. See what I mean, a little reclusive these days. When the door closes I go over and dig out the letter from the garbage can. I hadn't had the chance to read it yet myself.

Dear Dr. Malcolm,

My name is Claire Dearing and I am the Operations Manager at Jurassic World theme park in Isla Nublar, Costa Rica. I understand that this will sound familiar to you as I know you were a part of the original park's development before the incident in 1993. You have been very involved with this park's past, and I think it's safe to say it wouldn't be the place it is today without your contribution. We are currently discussing where our park should go in the future, and we would very much appreciate your opinion on the matter.

We are offering you a weekend stay at the park, fully complimentary.

Thank you, and I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Claire Dearing

Operations Manager, Jurassic World

Below there was contact information included.

See, they just want his help.

Taking the letter I smooth it out the best I can and stick it in my bag. Then I go knock on his office door. "Dad, I've got to get going." We don't mention the letter again. We kiss each other's cheeks, say 'I love you', and then I'm off, the letter tucked safely away.

"He's just so darn stubborn!" I cry into the phone to my sister Kelly.

"Well, I mean, I do get it, I was there. That park really messed with him Jane - I think it's safe to say he's got some PTSD from it."

"Yeah but this would be a good chance for him to confront that, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe. Listen Jane, he once gave me this advice: 'don't listen to him.'"

I can hear the hinting in her voice. She knew what I had been contemplating. Like I said, knowing your fellow Malcolms.

"Thanks Kel. I think that was just the advice I needed."

"You can thank Dad for that."

After hanging up the phone with her, I call Danny. "Hey Danny. Listen, something's come up, and it's urgent..."

"Oh. Nothing bad I hope."

"Oh no, no. I've just been called away to a different site for a little while. I'm not sure how long, but until I'm back I'm putting you in charge of our current dig."

"Okay... Yeah, sure thing Doc. Uh, where's this other site?"

We all know the answer! ;) Haha! Thank you so much for reading, hope you enjoyed this second chapter! Next one, we'll be at the park - see you then! :)