As one of the Nublar 7 you had teamed up with your fellow campers to take down Mr. Kon's crazy dino-mind-control scheme.

All he needed was the password to reactivate the B.R.A.D.S. and you.. you seemed the easiest to crack.

Mr. Kon: "No.. your parents didn't make it to the evacuation. The confirmed deceased were in the news coverage." He forced a solemn tone to dominate his words to cover up his guise of manipulation.

Mr. Kon: "I'm sorry, I'm sure they were.. great zoologists." He reached down to place a hand on your shoulder.

Mr. Kon: "And I'm sure that they would have wanted you to succeed.. but acting out like them?" He motioned to the commotion outside, stemming from your fellow campers.

Mr. Kon: "My own son doesn't live up to the Kon name.. but you.." He trailed off, giving you a look.