Gentle dewdrops flit against the car window making their way down the foggy glass panes. I pull up to the seemingly abandoned building Monterey Bay Aquarium spelled out in a dancing white font. Walking into the building I push the spinning glass door immediately hearing soft piano music play from the loudspeakers. Near the gift shop, a little girl screams, interrupting the quiet music, an octopus stuffy clutched in her hands.                                                                                              “But I want it” wails the little girl                                                                                                                      “No,” says the mom clearly annoyed “you’re making a scene”                                                                  The little girl kicks a fish tank springing a leak and slowly filling the room with water.