Once the helicopter had passed the rougher turbulence of the sky, Amy was able to relax with some difficulty. The mismatched group had hardly spoken further to each other, which was perfectly fine by her. She was still trying to wrap her head around just how, even with her bad luck, she had managed to land herself a flight to a private island with the very man who had damn near uprooted her life. In fact, after her fear of death had passed, she had begun to silently fume within her scrunched seat. Her mind was absolutely fogged with overwhelming thoughts, each one more worrying and angering than the last. Not only was she trapped in the air with Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler, but she also had her little run-in with Lewis Dodgson. Everything was utterly annoying and confusing and she already wished to return to the site at West Glacier and hide herself away inside her RV and never come back out.

Over the hours, the group gradually drifted in and out of conversation. At one point, Hammond passed around some blueprints of his hotel and other structures on the island, all the while going into great description of the anterior design of his buildings and the additions he wished to do in the future. Once Amy got ahold of the blueprints, she took note of just how extravagant the hotel's layout was, along with local buildings that had a similar look of what appeared to be enclosures. Hammond alluded to the type of park he was creating, but he took great care not to go into detail of what exactly the park would entail. She had to assume it was some kind of zoo, yet she had no clue as to why Hammond would work so hard to keep the animals a secret. It passed her mind that the entire thing may have had something to do with illegal activities such as capturing and buying exotic or endangered creatures. That would somewhat explain why Dodgson wanted something from this place, but she would never peg him as the good-doer who was simply trying to stop Hammond's illegal activity. If anything, Biosyn would simply steal Hammond's specimens and create their own park.

This was all speculation, though, and the more Amy thought, the more speculations circled. On one hand, she found herself quite intrigued by the entire ordeal. On the other, she was already walking on a tight line as it is and she wanted nothing to do with illegal activities. Hopefully she would spend the weekend, give Hammond's lawyers her testimonial on the park, and be done with everything. However, she knew it would not be that simple. If she decides to go along with Dodgson's plans, she would be handed off whatever specimen the inside bloke stole from InGen and she would transport it to Germany, followed by descriptions of her time spent at the park. It was all a headache she wanted nothing to do with, and yet, a part of her wondered if it would eventually be worth the aggravation.

The more hours spent in the air, the more anxious Hammond began to grow. He was nearly bouncing in his seat as he repeatedly looked out the window, radioed the pilot, and made sure Gennaro didn't fall back to sleep. He would twittle with his cane, tap his foot, and loudly exclaim on how slow the helicopter was, and Amy could tell it was quickly becoming an annoyance to the rest of the passengers. Once the island was finally spotted on the far horizon, Amy wondered if she'd have to manually keep the elderly man from jumping out the window and swimming the rest of the way.

When Amy saw the island, she had to admit that the view was quite breathtaking. The sky and the water seem to fuse into one; blue on an already blue palette; but the colors of the island were starkly different. From pale tones of rose pink and the mellow yellows of a mango to radiating cherry red hues, the sun was beginning to settle heavily over the towering mountains ahead. The sea's emerald blue arms hugged the island in a possessive way, guarding the land from the outside world until gradually disappearing from view, lost behind the island like a seemingly impenetrable screen of starkly green vegetation.

The island itself was large - larger than what Amy would have ever guessed - and she faintly wondered how even a man such as John Hammond could afford such an extravagant thing. The helicopter steadily flew closer, and what was once the sloshing ocean below changed to mountainous trees and reaching hills. They flew over the island like a snake in the wind, rounding the daunting cliffs and beautiful valleys until a small waterfall came into view. As they grew closer, Amy could see a large cemented landing pad just in front of the waterfall.

"Bad wind shears," Hammond said through a bright grin, already fiddling with his seatbelt. "We'll have to drop pretty fast, so hold on!" No sooner had he said that, the chopper gave a great lurch and Amy's stomach did flips. Her face dropped and blanched and she felt very dizzy, yet Hammond laughed off everyone's sudden fear with a joking, "yahoo!" The group gave off short laughs, but Gennaro's came out more muffled and he looked close to being sick. The poor lawyer's shaky hands fiddled with the seat's buckle until it finally snapped together and he tugged it tight. The others soon followed suit, Amy's hands trembling just as much as the lawyer's. Once she was back in her safety belt, Amy felt a surge of relief, however small it was. It made her feel better having such a small thing to protect her, yet she was grateful for it all the same. Her relief was short lived.

Dr. Alan Grant held the opposite ends of his seat belt up, inspecting the ends. The buckle ends were the exact same. He touched the ends together for a confusing moment as though it would somehow click together, then turned his gaze to Dr. Sattler, who gave a short bemused and awkward laugh. The helicopter began its slow descent to ground level and Amy's fingers gripped her armrest, taking in a sharp intake of breath as a rough patch of wind shook the copter. She felt a small churn inside her stomach as she watched the male paleontologist struggle with his own belt. She may have been angry with the man, but that didn't mean she wanted him to get injured because of bad wind shears.

Dr. Sattler was failing to muffle her laughter as Hammond leaned over her legs, shouting out instructions at Dr. Grant on how to fix his miss-matched belt. "No, no! You need that piece over here," Hammond was saying. "And that piece goes there. No, not that one - look, we'll have landed by the time you've gotten it right!" Dr. Grant's growing agitation was obvious as he continuously followed Hammond's instructions, only to be further confused. Finally, Dr. Grant took the two ends and tied them into a quick knot. Amy would have thought the action was quite smart, however she quickly disregarded this thought at the sight of the smug grin on Dr. Grant's face.

'Cocky bastard,' she rolled her eyes.

After what seemed to take far too long, the helicopter finally touched the ground. Instantaneously, Amy felt her tensed body relax and she was able to properly breathe. Her lungs sucked in air greedily and she gradually eased her grip on the armrest, her light shaking finally beginning to lessen. Once the propellers slowed to a near stop, two men dressed in what must have been the park's uniform opened the doors on either side of the helicopter and began helping the group out. Amy gratefully unclipped her belt and made towards the entrance, but stopped short when Dr. Grant did the same. The two hesitated, waiting for the other to go while passing awkward back-and-forth glances from the door to the other paleontologist. After a few heartbeats, Dr. Grant managed a short smile and gestured for Amy to go first.

"Ladies first," he said simply. Amy wasn't impressed. In fact, she found herself quite annoyed with the gesture, although a part of her knew he didn't mean anything by it. It was a common courtesy, nothing more, yet something rubbed her the wrong way. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she forced a sickly sweet smile through tight lips and swept an arm before her.

"Then after you, Dr. Grant."

She expected him to scowl. She believed he would retaliate with his own snarky comment, or scoff at her poor comment. In fact, she hoped he would do something rude in turn. Instead, a look of shock passed over the paleontologist's face and he blinked his blue eyes at her, dumbfounded. Then a good natured chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head, crawling out of the helicopter without a passing look. Awestruck was the closest word to match what Amy was feeling. She watched the receding back of the doctor, mouth agape and a scowl on her brow as she processed exactly what had happened. She must have been making a face because the worker holding open the door let out a laugh. Amy glared at the man and rolled her eyes, uttering a German curse before jumping out of the copter.

Next to the landing pad was a small dirt road that disappeared into the jungle's wake. There were two roofless jeeps parked along the road, colored gray and red with a logo reading "Jurassic Park" in large white letters along with a round red background with the silhouette of a tyrannosaurus skeleton looming menacingly. It was a neat logo, but she wasn't entirely sure what it had to do with a zoo. Maybe Hammond had created realistic robotic dinosaurs? It was a ridiculous idea and she had to hold back an eye roll at her own thoughts.

As she approached the vehicles, she noticed Dr. Grant getting into the second jeep. With a short internal huff, she intentionally went for the opposite jeep, which happened to occupy John Hammond and Donald Gennaro.

The workers took little time in returning to their vehicles, giving a quick wave to the pilot of the helicopter before it returned to the air. Once everyone was situated inside the cars, the group set off down the road and into the jungle.

The scenery of the island was much more beautiful up close than it ever would be from the air. The Giant Banyan Trees stretched up almost a hundred feet each; reaching up and trying to grasp the blue sky with their giant leaves. Each trunk was nearly large enough for the jeeps to drive through. The foliage on the ground level was thick and clustered together so tightly it was hard to decipher where one tree trunk ended and another began. Everything was a mix of dark and bright greens; not one plant looked even close to death. The nature here was quite extraordinary and Amy couldn't help but be somewhat jealous of John Hammond and his money. She never cared much of the thought of being rich, but if money could buy someone a place like this she could definitely reconsider that thought.

The vehicles rounded yet another mountainside and Amy suddenly found herself short of breath. A few miles down the road, an enormous mass of metal stretched out along the countryside. Each bar must have been as thick around as a person's body with tight wires as thick as an arm. It was a gate, and a big one at that. The entrance towered as tall as the trees and the fence spidered out on either side farther than what she could bare to see - which was not altogether far, considering the foliage. The thing looked so out of place in the beautiful world they were in and Amy found herself wondering why Hammond would have a need to put this metallic monstrosity here.

As they drew nearer, Amy noticed a handful of workers scrambling around what she assumed was a control panel. She was further confused as to why a control panel was needed as the jeeps came to a slow crawl, waiting for the metal gates to open. Then she saw the signs decorating the fence. Her heart fluttered uncomfortably.

DANGER

HIGH VOLTAGE

10,000 VOLTS

And to finish the stomach-churning picture was a human hand being zapped.

'Why on Earth would Hammond have something like this? Is security really that bad here? I guess some people can't help but to steal hotel towels...' The joking thought was meant to calm her nerves, but all it served to do was further worry her. What other possible reason would cause John Hammond to feel the need for such drastic security?

The gates finally parted and the vehicles passed through just as Gennaro leaned up in his seat. He had been sitting in the back beside Amy, and he had to reach over her legs in order to get Hammond's attention. "The full fifty-miles of perimeter fence are in place?" he asked.

"And the concrete moats," the older male nodded, "and the motion-sensor tracking systems. Donald, my dear boy, relax. Try and enjoy yourself!" He reached back an arm and gave Amy's knee a quick squeeze. "That goes for you too, dear."

Gennaro didn't seem too convinced by this and he let out a dry laugh. "Let's get something straight, John: This is not a weekend excursion. This is a serious investigation of the stability of the island. Your investors – whom I represent – are deeply concerned. Forty-eight hours from now, if they're not convinced, I'm not convinced. I'll shut you down, John."

The sudden authority and demanding tone the quiet lawyer took on was a great surprise. So much so that Amy might have laughed. However, there was a heavy air of warning from Donald Gennaro that hung heavily over Amy's neck as she shuffled in her seat. Maybe the island truly wasn't safe.

Hammond didn't notice the uncomfortable atmosphere. Instead, he quickly blew the lawyer off. "In forty-eight hours, I will be accepting your apology."

"Actually Hammond," Amy jumped to intervene before the subject could change. "I have my questions on the island as well." He grinned brightly and urged the woman to continue. "Well, for starters, why do you need electrified fencing and motion-tracking systems and concrete moats? Forgive me for thinking out of the box here, but it kind of sounds like you're trying to keep something on the island? I mean, you're not going to kidnap us, are you?" The man laughed like he thought the question was a joke.

He opened his mouth to answer, but the lawyer was quick to cut in, gawking with round eyes. "You mean he hasn't told you why you're here?"

She shook her head. "No, not exactly."

"Does anyone know why they're here?"

Hammond smiled as simply as he had when showing off his grand blueprints. It was like this was all some sort of game; a joke only he was in on. "Of course no one knows! It wouldn't be a surprise if everyone knew, now would it?"

Gennaro threw his hands in the air then muffled his face in his palms, mumbling out something along the lines of, "someone's going to have a heart attack!"

Before Amy could further question the lawyer, the jeep took a sudden and sharp right turn, driving off the road. The unexpected jolt sent Amy flailing to the lawyer's shoulder as the two let out muffled "umph!"s. She tried to apologize, but her voice was lost in the wind as the vehicle raced down a jagged, grassy valley. A particularly violent bump sent Amy slamming her right shoulder against the inside of the car and she had to grip the handle on the back of the seat just to keep herself from spiraling to the floor.

Then, Hammond stood in his seat.

"Good God, man!" Amy shouted and lunged for the elderly man's jacket, trying to pull him back into the safety of his seat. "John, sit down! You're going to get yourself killed!" The jagged ground only seemed to worsen, yet the man hardly seemed to notice them at all, nor did he take heed Amy's shouts and tugs. Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes at the command of Hammond.

Amy had no time to brace herself for the action and her head hit the corner of Hammond's seat hard. She gasped and clutched her forehead, moaning as she rubbed her frontal lobe and tried to blink past her blurred vision. By the time she could see clearly again, John had left the car. The first thing to enter her mind was the fear that the old man had fallen out, but she sighed in relief when she saw the passenger door open. Gennaro had also been disheveled from the rough trip and had also been rubbing his head, but he took the time to ask if she was okay. She went to respond but was promptly cut off by an odd noise.

It was a short and low, sort of trumpeting sound; a sound that quivered the insides of the jeep and slivered into her core, rumbling deep within her chest.

Amy's brow furrowed in confusion as she looked to the lawyer to gauge his reaction. He bore a similar baffled look as her and she knew he had heard the odd sound as well. Or, rather felt it. The sound echoed inside her chest again and she shivered, her eyes now searching for the source. What met her eyes was a sight she couldn't altogether understand. Instantaneously, her body went numb as a sharp wash of coldness overcame her and she felt all too light headed.

Before she knew it, Amy was stumbling out of the jeep. Everything was whirling around her and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She took an unconscious step forward and her knees buckled, her hands hardly registering saving her by clutching onto the door of the jeep. She hung there for a moment, feeling as though the entire world was slipping from her toes and the only thing keeping her grounded was the metal she clung to. "Oh my God," the words wisped from her parted lips. It was a foreign sound to her ears and she almost didn't recognize it as her own.

She didn't want to believe what she was seeing - what was circling inside her hollow skull like a trapped bug. She didn't know if she could believe it - should believe it. Her throat was heavy with the word that desperately wanted to escape, yet she was fearful to allow it as the mere mention may completely destroy the world as she knew it. Everything she knew - everything that was true to her waking reality - would come crumbling down if she uttered the once common word of her vocabulary.

She swallowed desperately, critically, her throat cracking with the struggle to form another sound. "Is it real?"

John Hammond smiled softly at the woman, a kind sort of look in his sparkling eyes as he turned to look on at his masterpiece. "Yes, Amy. It's real." And suddenly, she believed him. Her world shattered like glass between her fingers and she couldn't stand to hold herself up anymore. She crumpled to her knees and pressed herself against the jeep's side, trying to cool her seething flesh with the cool metal.

The Brachiosaurus before her took a thunderous step forward, edging closer to the tree it was currently grazing on. The ground buzzed and it took Amy a moment to realize that it was a humming emanating from the grand beast. Hammond laughed as he sat a wrinkled hand on her shoulder. He was talking, yet not a single word entered her numbed ears.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could only just make out the forms of Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler exiting their own jeep, stumbling their way towards the beautiful monster. She could hear the sound of Dr. Sattler laughing, but it was not a laugh of glee or happiness, but of pure and honest astonishment.

"I-it's a dinosaur," Dr. Grant gawked, followed by unintelligible and fast ramblings.

"I take it it's not animatronics," Dr. Malcolm suddenly said from beside the car, simply looking on at the dinosaur with his arms crossed. "It's very lifelike."

"Yes, she certainly is," Hammond huffed, sounding annoyed. "Well, it should be, shouldn't it?" With that, the older man followed after the two doctors as they made their way closer to the dinosaur. As though her mind had switched to auto pilot, Amy found herself following after them. As they drew nearer, the Brachiosaurus suddenly let out a loud trumpet and stood up on its hind legs, stretching its impossibly long neck for the top of the tree and snatching branches with its teeth.

Amy blinked lazily as she watched the creature, hardly registering the fact that these people were so easily standing when she couldn't even seem to breathe. "H-how fast are they?" she choked out, not fully understanding her own question yet.

Hammond glanced at her from over his shoulder, then back at the creature thoughtfully. "I'd say we clocked the T-Rex at... Was it forty-five? Yes, around forty-five miles per hour."

"Um, T-T-Rex?" Dr. Sattler stuttered. "You said you have a - a T-Rex?" Hammond grinned and nodded.

Dr. Grant stumbled forward, grabbing the old man by the shoulder. "Say that again."

John laughed. "We have a T-Rex!"

Amy was the one to laugh this time. She couldn't help it - the sound rumbled from deep within her chest cavity and bubbled out like a mad man. Her entire being was absolutely quivering and she felt like she had been sent over a cliff, yet she laughed loud and hard as tears burned the corners of her eyes. Dr. Grant moaned and doubled over, settling his hands on his knees as Dr. Sattler leaned against him as she, too, struggled not to collapse. It was not long before the two both had to sit.

John Hammond raised one of his bushy, white eyebrows, looking at the three almost as though they were the ones overreacting to the most normal thing in the world. Then, Hammond was pointing. Amy followed his gesture and the world came to a shuddering stop.

"Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler and Dr. Young. Welcome to Jurassic Park!"

It was beautiful. It was astounding. It was glorious.

The rolling valley stretched out its bright green arms and hugged the far treeline loosely. A small pond filled the end of the hill next to the trees and with the way the sun hit its shimmering surface the pond looked as though it was a dancing fire. And wading in the water or trotting on the grass, making the most beautiful and spectacular sounds Amy had ever heard were more dinosaurs.

Two Brachiosaurus, eight Parasaurolophus, and numerous tiny dinosaurs she couldn't possibly identify from this distance, all moving together. Like a group or a pack.

No, as a herd.

"They're moving in herds," she whispered.

"They do move in herds," Dr. Grant ended the statement when she couldn't.

For many years scientists have argued back and forth over whether or not dinosaurs really did move in herds. However much evidence one side had, it would almost immediately get proven wrong yet again by the other side. It was like a beach ball; always bouncing back and forth over the net, never staying on one side for too long.

Paleontology was not an easy job; far from it, actually! It's almost like being a detective, but more. Paleontologist must dig for clues in the fragile rocks that were once bone, try their best to connect the dots that were no longer there, and finally make a deduction on their findings and wait for the new scientist with the more clever deduction to overthrow the other with its conflicting evidence. It was a never-ending cycle, however the never-ending game could very well come to a very untimely halt soon.

This very well could be the place to discover those unanswered questions! The answer to centuries old questions that, by studying fossils, scientists could only assume the answers too!

"How?" Dr. Grant muttered delicately. "How did you do this?"

John beamed. "I'll show you... Come along, now, lets go! Much to see, not enough time!" Amy couldn't agree more. If what Hammond had said about there being a Tyrannosaurus was true, then no one in the new group dared to waste any time. 'And just think of all of the different breeds he could have!'

"Another question, Dr. Hammond?" she asked, trying to hide the tremor of excitement hidden in her voice. She felt like a child in a candy store, every new dinosaur a different sweet to choose from. "Do you know how many dinosaurs there are on this island?" Amy was trying not to get her hopes up too high. How many animals could there possibly be? Creating an actual living and breathing dinosaur must be a difficult task, so there couldn't be that many, right?

"If you add all fifteen species together, then we have exactly two hundred and thirty-eight animals."