"Professor Rodriguez, what are you doing here?" Arthur turned toward Schiller, asking in surprise.
"After dinner, I came out for a walk. Then I heard you say you were going to save someone. Who are you trying to save? Why not call the police?" Schiller asked.
Arthur suddenly looked a little awkward. "Calling the police probably won't help, because the person I need to save is pretty far away..."
"How far?"
"More than 4,500 kilometers away."
Schiller looked at Arthur in surprise. "The person you want to save is on the West Coast?"
That was right. The distance from east to west across the United States was roughly 4,500 kilometers. If measured in another direction, it certainly would not happen to match the width of the country exactly.
"He's trapped on an island near California, and it seems like he was injured recently. I have to find a way to help him."
"But how do you know? Did he call you? If he could call you, why didn't he call the police directly?"
Although Schiller knew this information had surely come from Arthur communicating with fish, he had to make Arthur admit it himself.
"I..." Arthur seemed unsure how to explain. He glanced back at the school of fish still waiting for him and said, "You might think I'm crazy, but I can hear fish talking. I've had this ability since I was little."
"The fish told me someone was trapped on a small island near California. They kept bringing me news about him. I was getting ready to rescue him, but I didn't expect him to get injured today."
Before Schiller could say anything, Arthur waved his hand. "I know, you might want to call the police and have me arrested, or send me to a mental hospital. But