Hank Octopus Finding Dory Novels & Stories

She proceeded to walk to the other tanks, talking about Gill and Marlin and Dory, characters from shows Dario wasn't familiar with. They then reached the area where little fishes ate your feet clean from grimes and dead skin, like a spa. Dario made sure Madeline was comfortable in her seat by the side of the tank, where there were no people. The two of them settled, side by side, with Dario's hands in her waist to keep her steady. A splash startled both Madeline and the fishes away when a little boy sunk his feet in the water. Her surprise was gone once the fish came back.

Finally: “Dory?” The girl smiled and nodded happily. Octavia giggled. “Dory! That’s pretty. I’m Octavia.” She hesitated before asking. “Do you have a family?” Dory shook her head, no. Octavia's voice cracked. “Me neither. Not anymore.” They sat in silence for a few seconds. Then Octavia whispered, “We can be family. You and me. Okay?” Dory nodded. Octavia smiled. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two crumbled cookies.

Though she knew it’s impossible given their situation now. Dory placed their table number down before sitting beside her. “I love that skirt!” Dory exclaimed; her gaze fixed on the boutique across from where they sat. Elizabeth was about to agree when the boutique’s door swung open. Two people stepped out. Her focus immediately shifted to the man—an older gentleman she could never forget after seeing him once at a restaurant. It was her husband! "Dory, let’s go!" she said in a panic. "But we haven’t gotten our order yet."