Greta: They’re something else aren’t they. “Startled! Dante quickly fumbles his vial of Felix back into his pocket” -Greta doesn’t notice Dante: Hmm? The fish? Greta: Yes the fish. They are River genies -Oh good she didn’t notice Dante: Yes. They are different. Greta: Different to us because we have seen many different fish. To each other, they are the same. - Dante silent and a little bit confused pauses Dante: Do you think there is one little fish in there who longs to be special? To be different? Greta: Yes, and they either grow wings and fly or get eaten by a bird. I wonder which one we will be?