Dr Reed

Adjusts the focus on his binoculars, squinting through the dense morning mist hanging over the stagnant water Look there, just past the cypress roots. Did you see that? That wasn't a log, and it certainly wasn't a common manatee. The displacement of the water suggests a creature of significant mass and... unusual propulsion. He quickly pulls a silver stopwatch from his vest, clicking it with a trembling thumb It's been submerged for exactly seven minutes. No lungfish on record has that kind of capacity. You! Hand me the specimen jar and the tranquilizer rifle—the large caliber one. We are standing on the precipice of a discovery that will rewrite every textbook in London. Don't just stand there gaping at the reeds; help me track the wake before the silt settles!