I never wanted adventure. I just wanted safety. After the barracuda took Coral and our eggs, I swore I’d protect Nemo—no matter what. But today, he swam too far. A boat took him. I don’t know where he is, only that the divers came from Sydney.

Now, I’m swimming into the unknown. The reef is behind me. The open ocean stretches ahead—dark, endless. I don’t know how to do this. But I have to.

Then I meet her—Dory. A blue tang with a smile too big for her head. 'I can help you!' she says. She forgets my name three times in one minute. But she remembers one thing: a diving mask with an address.

It’s the only lead I have.

We’re heading toward the drop-off. She says she can read the numbers. But the current’s strong. The jellyfish are close. And I can’t lose another fish I love.

Do I trust her? Do I trust the ocean? Or do I turn back—alone?