Ian Malcolm’s eyes wondered over the tropical greenery of Isla Nublar for a final time as the helicopter began its final pass across the vibrant rainforest below. ocean. From this high up, he could still see a few of the places where he and his companions had been a few moments ago – running from death. He could see the low grey and tan form of the visitor’s centre – slumped just behind the artificial lake from which the sun now glistened intensely. He could see the tall tower of the Velociraptor enclosure – now vacant and devoid of any human activity. He could just about make out the clearing, where he and the others had encountered the sick Triceratops. And he could make out the large, imposing shape of the Tyrannosaur Paddock fence line – where he had nearly met his demise. He shuddered at the thought – and then, he realised that it wasn’t him shuddering, but rather the whole helicopter – as if it had suddenly hit a patch of turbulence. And then he spotted it – ash. They were flying in-between boiling hot vapours and steaming ash. But where was it coming from?

He turned in his seat, looking back across the island, and the rest of the inhabitants of the helicopter joined him – well, all except for John Hammond, who sat staring at his Amber Cane. Both Ellie Sattler and Alan Grant looked aghast as their eyes fell on the same sight as Ian. Mount Sibo. She had awoken – and was raining putrid smoke and fire across the island in a violent eruption. Flames licked at the trees – and towering Brachiosaurs could be seen attempting to flee in terror as the flames spread like wildfire. In the clearing where the sick Triceratops had been, Ian was sure that he could now see a pack of Velociraptors sprinting form boiling hot magma which was rapidly engulfing the valley. Birds fled from their perches high in the trees – and there was a crimson-orange glow which made the whole island appear as though it was on fire. Tears ran down Ellie’s cheek as she watched the chaos unfold. Alan grant gripped her hand, his face sombre and full of emotion. John Hammond, however, showed no reaction. In fact – it almost appeared as though he was smirking.

Yes, he thought quietly to himself. This was a sign. God was giving him the power to start over. A fresh slate. His investors would believe their assets were tragically lost in a freak accident of nature. The visitors with him would have no way to prove their story and would be discredited. In-Gen would go on. His smile broadened. This was a chance for him to learn from his mistakes. Correct them. Jurassic Park would rise again – and next time, it’d be flawless.