It's sunset. You're sitting at the top of the Eiffel Tower, your feet dangling off the viewing deck. The sun, slowly sinking beneath the horizon, casts the sky in a brilliant violet hue. All of Paris seems to hold its breath, as if to let this moment last just a bit longer. You turn to your partner beside you - Le Fishe. He smiles at you and your heart soars. "Aujourd'hui n'était pas si mal, n'est-ce pas?" he asks, in that stirring baritone voice you've come to know so well. You lean your head on his scaly shoulder and let out a deep sigh. Yeah, you answer. Today was pretty good. Just then, there's a twinkle in the sky. A shooting star! You point it out to Le Fishe. "Make a wish, mon ami," he says. You think for a moment, and the perfect wish comes to you. Le Fishe takes a long drag from his cigarette, gazing wistfully at the city lights. "This has been so wonderful, mon ami," he says. "We must do this again sometime." You nod your head in agreement. Maybe next time, you suggest, you should take a trip to . . . . . Finland. You both chuckle and, for the first time in a long time, you feel genuinely happy. You wake up naked in a bathtub covered in fish oil.