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of his hand. "You're looking too damn twitchy."

Dr. Cutler simply nodded, bit at his lip, and then began to suck on his thumb.
Herman didn't know what was wrong with him. He'd handled his first encounter
with Ishmael amazingly well, but being translated to Aqualand had been too much.

Dr. Cutler had melted down.

"What do you think?" he whispered.

Herman didn't answer, knowing that the question wasn't being addressed to him.
Cutler had been turned into a psychobabble Top 40 station repeating over again
the most cherished psycho one-liners ever uttered by a shrink. Herman looked
around the arena. There were thousands of sunburned, Bermuda-shorted,
camcorders-glued-to-their-faces-type tourists filling the stands. All of them
were enamored with the antics of Larry, Moe and Curly, three big Bottle-nosed
dolphins that darted and leaped around the big pool, actually managing to toss
creme pies at their trainers, all in some tribute to the Three Stooges. The
whole place was a zoo, standing room only, full of Vid crews, this being the
premiere of the Aqualand's Three Stooges Go to College show.

Herman didn't give a rat's ass about the show or the stupid dolphins. He was too
busy staring at the guy two rows down who was dressed in a trench coat and
floppy hat.

That was the dolphin that mattered.

"You see that guy over there," said Herman who reached up, grabbed Dr. Cutler by
the chin and turned his head.

Dr. Cutler twitched. "How does that make you feel?" he whispered.

It scared the shit out of Herman. He'd spotted three of the Bottlenoses in the
audience, and two down front by the exit. They were all hiding in trench coats
and floppy hats. The two down front were waddling back and forth on their stumpy
little legs staying in front of the exit as if on guard duty. And Dr. Cutler
could see them. Up until now he'd been the only one, the Bottlenoses and Orcas
just beyond the perception of everyone else. But now that was over. He finally
had an ally -- even though that ally was currently suffering from some sort of
mental short circuit.

"We got to make a move," said Herman, who poked Dr. Cutler in the ribs, and then
reached over to his front pocket and removed a stainless- steel mechanical
pencil from it. "What we need is a diversion."

"Do you ever consider how they feel?" asked Dr. Cutler.

Herman didn't care how they felt. The cetaceans weren't even real, just ghosts
from a future that had no right to exist. Herman grabbed Dr. Cutler's right
hand, tugged him up from his seat and dragged him past a horde of babbling