The camera cuts back to the reporter’s face. “They’re called lake sharks,” the reporter continues, “and they are, indeed, very real. Scientists say that the shark the Larabys saw was likely a bull shark that had lost its way and travelled up the Mississippi River through the canals and made its way to the north shore of Lake Superior. Bull sharks have adapted to live in fresh water, and in South America they have been known to reside in rivers and lakes for indefinite amounts of time, although in these colder northern waters, it’s unlikely the shark will survive more than a few weeks. Before the Larabys’ sighting, sharks had been spotted as far north as Lake Michigan. This is the first known sighting of a shark in Lake Superior, although it doesn’t necessarily mean that it is the first shark to visit us here, or the only one. Bull sharks are notoriously aggressive and should be avoided at all costs.”

Of course the next cut is to the most redneck fisherman they could find saying, “I don’t care how angry it is, we’re going to hunt it down and kill it.”

When Finn turns to face her, there are tears in London’s eyes. “They’re not really going to kill it, sweetie,” Finn says, pulling her feet up out of the water. “They’re just talking shit for the camera.”

“How do you know they’re not?” London asks. “That poor shark is just, like, lost. He just wants to get back home, to his family and the ocean. He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t even hurt that family!” She’s completely in tears now. “What if they do kill it, Aunt F? How could we go on living as, like, a society?”

“It would be tough. But what can you do?”

London runs a finger along the top of her laptop. “Remember Adam Pelley? The marine biologist I was telling you about yesterday? He’s in Duluth right now,” she says. “He’s trying to rescue the shark before anyone else gets to it.”

“That’s good. See, there’s nothing to worry about. Your marine biologist is on the case.”

London blushes and casts her eyes down at her hands resting on the keyboard. “He needs volunteers to come help him. I really want to go. But I have no way to get there.” She raises her eyes, widening them behind her glasses. “Maybe you could take me, Aunt F?”

“To Duluth?” Finn says, trying to decipher the expression on London’s face. Is she seriously trying to use puppy-dog eyes on me? “It’s not really a great time right now, L, with your grandmother in the hospital and everything.”

“Oh, come on. It would be so fun. It would be, like, aunt–niece bonding time. You know, since you’ve been gone so long and everything.”