Arthur offered a nod, not wanting to waste time asking when he could simply follow. Geoff, on the other hand, stopped both of them with a little wave. "Um ... hello ... by the way. I uh ... I'm Geoff, from yesterday, but you probably remember all that. Um, so yeah ... I don't think I can really go back to work, you two mind if I uh ... well, tag along?" 

The stammering and stumbling of the man's appeal was a stark contrast to the man they'd witnessed so far, but after exchanging a short glance both offered a little nod. "Welcome to the team ..." Offered Arthur, feeling like the moment deserved some kind of verbalization. "Now! ... let's go." Clark was already on it, headed off down the street with a kind of haste that was likely supposed to look casual. 

All three of them made their way through innumerable streets in a casual yet hasty manner, until the great bedrock of the city hung over their heads, and the docks and fish market lay sprawled out ahead. Clark turned, scanning the area. 

"I don't think Delia is here ..." He added hesitantly.

Geoff kind of grinned, nudging him with his elbow. "Are you using your psychic powers to scan the area?"

Clark looked a little stunned before replying in a cheery manner. "Oh no, I was just looking ... off we go, over this way!"

A large building punctuated the divide between the fishing docks and the market, a large building with a big, old, brass sign that read "The Hall of Fishmongers." While most of the building was dedicated to business, the pricing, buying, and selling of fish, one wing of the rather stately edifice was dedicated to the fishy history of the area. 

Clark hurried into this side of the building, racing into the hall of fishy records, where the preserved and stuffed remains of record-breaking fish and unique species were on display. At the far end of the hall stood the Merson of Questionable Origins, which ... to be rather blunt, appeared to be the frankenpolstered remains of an unfortunate scuba diver and a potentially less fortunate manatee. 

Clark gestured proudly. "There!"

Arthur and Geoff just stared, though Geoff stared with the kind of awe only a child of the city would have. Arthur's stare was more the kind that wants a refund of their zero dollars. Arthur was the first to speak. "Uh, is 'key' more of a metaphorical term?"

Clark groaned and stepped forward, knocking the little velvet divider rope out of the way as he reached for ...