"There's a good man," Jack laughed, patting Charles on the shoulder. Some parents threw their kids out of the nest to learn to fly or die trying. Jack was one of those.

The Aquarium was nothing like Charles had ever seen before. The whole thing was breathable with the fish swimming through the air in little pockets of water that could join with others or meld back into the walls where the 'tanks' were. Jack looked around appreciatively as kids of all kinds chased schools of clown fish and tears of a clown fish across the atrium.