And there it is, the office he's looking for. The name on the door reads "Dr. Torin Byrd," and the bulletin board is covered with a wide variety of newspaper and magazine clippings all featuring dinosaur-related things. Sometimes it's a movie review or an article in a kids' magazine or a photo of some skeleton or another in an exhibit somewhere, and the collection appears to be largely random...unless you realize that everyone who worked on any of these things are old students of Torin's. It's absolutely a quiet bit of bragging on the people he's taught.

The door is open, and inside the office (which is kind of a fossil-and-plastic-model-filled disaster area), a gentleman in his late middle age can be found at his crowded desk, pecking away on his keyboard. He is intently concentrating on the screen and has completely failed to notice that anyone might be outside.