Imogen swam up towards the top of her glass cage and propped herself on her elbows in time to hear what the others were discussing. Escape, a freedom long forgotten in her mind. For the first year she had a tail and fins she thought of escape, but now... Where would she go? Who would take her in that wasn't an insane ringleader? Who? Maybe a museumn... Maybe, just maybe... But no, they wouldn't treat her any different than these bastards did, let alone the customers.