Epilogue

The kids were out of the room, as I stood there next to Ian's bed with my arms crossed. Ellie and Alan were on the other side as this Howard Dern was sitting in the only chair, taking out papers.

"Now, if you'll remember, before you even embarked to the island, all of you signed disclosure papers, keeping your word to not say anything about this park unless you wanted to be sued, to put it lightly."

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me? I didn't sign a disclosure."

Harold whipped out a paper, holding it out to me. "You're about to."

I leaned back a bit, my weight shifting to my right foot. My attitude was coming out in more ways than one, showing in my posture as I kept my arms crossed. "Excuse me?"

"Ms. Hensen—"

"Malcolm." I corrected him. "My name's Kerri Malcolm, Ian and I are getting remarried in a couple months. I just dropped the name, I never actually changed it, and I'm picking it back up."

Ian looked over at me, surprised, as did Ellie and Alan. Harold cleared his throat.

"Fine. Ms. Malcolm—"

"Better."

"You need to sign this disclosure because if what gets out on what happened in that park, InGen could go under."

"Oh, dear, what a-what a shame." Ian spat sarcastically. "Listen, your name is Dern, right? Harold Dern? Well-well, listen, Harold. I have three bruised ribs and a fractured leg. Kerri almost died, Ellie almost died and so did Alan. Not to mention the two young kids—Lex and Tim—almost dying as well. They were almost a T. rex's dinner. One man—a lawyer, Gennaro—became dinner."

"Mr. Malcolm, I understand your concern, but—"

"If you understand, then why are you arguing with him?" Ellie crossed her arms, her posture much like mine.

"Five people died on that island." Alan stressed the point.

"You're a fool if you think I'm signing that piece of paper, and fool for thinking I'm not going to talk about what happened on Nublar. So you can just roll that disclosure into a tight little wad and shove it up your ass." I glared at the lawyer.

"Ms. Malcolm," Harold stood. "You really don't want to anger people like me. We can ruin your name in a second. Just try it."

I kept my arms crossed tightly as Harold set the disclosure down, going over to the door. He turned back to say something, but I kept glaring at him as he opened the door and walked out.

"If we say anything, we'll be branded as fools." Ian said, as if he was reading my mind.

"Well, it's a risk we'll be taking, huh?" I looked over at the others. "Besides, you know some people might believe us. And who knows, one person may end up on Nublar, find the dinosaurs and gets the hell out of dodge before anything happens to them."

"Or-or they'll become dinosaur food."

"Ian's right. While that's something to hope for, it may not even happen," Ellie kicked the ground lightly with her foot. "Alan, what do you think?"

"Well, I feel like people need to know. Whether or not they believe it, it's out there and we've warned them before anything bad happens to them or to anyone else."

I nodded. "I'm with Alan."

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What happened in the following days was insane. Sarah Harding, who Ian had previously dated, got back in touch with us not too long after the lawyer incident in the hospital, asking a million questions a second. Ian, however, was so drugged up at that point that he didn't exactly notice. We stayed in touch with her then after. I myself had never met her, but she was pretty I suppose, with that bright red hair and personality of hers. Turns out, she was the kid of Dr. Harding from the park, so she knew a lot about it.

As soon as Ian and I took to the airwaves, Ellie and Alan soon followed. However, we were branded as lunatics, Ian especially. People labeled him as the "Dinosaur Guy", mocking him wherever he went. For the rest of us, it was much of the same thing. Alan and Ellie lost most of their notoriety, and that lecture I had was cancelled. Apparently, a nut couldn't do things like that, because people might think the wrong thing. Ian also lost his job at the university he worked at, since he "took money" for the events at Nublar when he didn't, in reality. None of us did. We should have, though.

But at the same time, it felt great to get the events of Nublar off our chest. Gennaro's widow, however—lovely lady, turns out—backed us up and even sued InGen for her husband's death. 36.5 million dollars. And she got every bit of it. She was one person who stuck behind our story a hundred percent.

Once Ian finished his physical therapy, since his leg was so fucked up, we remarried in September of 1993. September 15, to be exact.

And, in our typical fashion since Ian and I can't be happy with each other for long for some reason, we separated in 1995.