“It’s tough being a fish billionaire,” Idaho chuckles. “So many bloodworms, so little time…”

It’s not a funny joke, but the little rasboras laugh. They believe this keeps them in his confidence.

Betty sighs. Idaho seems so shallow, but she knows he’s hiding something. She wanders onto the castle balcony. She feels him follow her. She looks up.

There’s a spotlight bouncing off the tank’s surface. In the middle is a silhouette of something–a winged creature, maybe, or a betta, flared…

“The Batman-Fish-Signal!” Betty shivers. “That thing worries me. You’ll protect me, won’t you? Idaho?”

But Idaho’s gone.