Dark Tidings

We felt another memory, a flashback:

a dark statue of onyx, of the fish creature we kept battling with. And then foosteps -- a secret cult!

I felt my blood rush. More bad choices, more wrongs to make right.
Then, another:

a small emerald figurine, palmed to me by my former boss when I wasn't in robes day and night. But when he talked, wanting to "stick together"

We swam, we struggled, and the professor nearly fumbled the greenish key as he dove for the sewer gate.
But we made it.
 
Outside, we were greeted by a woman in a trenchcoat, too eager to see us alive.
It took us a second...
She's Miss Harper, whom we were hired by Thomas Dawson to find (her!). She thinks the Esoteric Order of Dagon; and she agrees the amalgamation must be stopped. Harper cares deeply about Dawson.
"The Order is headquartered on the north side of town," she adds. She points to the sky -- it dawns on us that the red clouds are blood-crimson and terrifying. "It's been like that for three days. And today's Sept. 24."
A red tide.