"...Bering Strait, Black Sea, Red Sea, Dead Sea, Indian, Atlantic, Arctic, Pacific," she said as she checked off the names on her list - each one neatly written on a little label, each label with its own eye-drop bottle. "All here!" she said, solemnly, and began to squeeze out a drop of each into a cup. Once again, she goes down the list and makes sure every dropper contributed. She double checks, sits back, makes sure it all checks against here memory, and then swirls the water in the glass around.

"After the ice caps melt, what do you think we'll call this ocean?" she asks you, looking down into the glass in her hands.