"Yeah, here's hoping," mutters Curtis.

He follows after Dejah, still scanning the lake for any sign of movement: the blur of Woola racing along, anybody who might look like Edgar, hell, even the squid. The squid understands English, doesn't it? If Edgar fell in --

Okay, now he really has to fucking stop it if he's seriously considering enlisting Julia Fruitnugget in the search for Edgar.