The turbulence in the whale's wake had uncovered a red lunchbox that contained a fresh mustard and peppermint sandwich and a thermos that was still warm. Louis B. Lipchintz ate the sandwich and drank what was in the thermos before the last leaf of disturbed kelp had returned to the sea floor.

By the time he was finished he could barely hear a faint, distant voice urging him on.

"Follow me!"