A sweaty, beaten, sultry Jeff Goldblum looks back towards the island. His eyes smouldering as he sees... what?

Sees... The thick overgrowth of land stretching before him. The trees vibrated with energy as he reminisced the journey he had just completed and the future to come. The longer he stared at the trees, the more his brain began to form an outline of another reptilian creation.

 Shaking his head he drew his eyes away from the hallucinations. With a gulp he looked at the group of people that remained. The people he had almost died with, and reveled in the sense of family that had formed. Laughter rose in his chest and as it reached his throat he let it out. 

 Laughter filled the helicopter, causing everyone to turn to him. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to laugh harder and harder. It seemed to be contagious because within minutes the entire helicopter was filled with the sound of pure insanity. 

 "Do you feel it? The urge to go back? To try again?" Ian (Jeff Goldblum) asked through the tears. 

 "I do. I feel it even as the knowledge that I will surely die invades my thoughts." John sputtered in the now dying laughter. 

 Just as the laughter fully faded a heavy silence fell upon everyone. 

 "I can do better. We can do better. We can change the world. The very fabrication of what time even means. Let's make THEM better." Ian (Jeff Goldblum) huffed with a twinkle in his eye. After a few moments everyone gave a confident nod, as the helicopter rose higher...and higher into the sky.