Carl loves his wife Kelly. They're celebrating the 5th anniversary of their marriage today, and what a beautiful day it is. They're on a cruise down the Baja Coast, traveling through the Panama Canal, and finishing off in Cozumel. All in all, nearly 3 solid weeks of romance.

At the moment, they're in their cabin getting ready for dinner. Kelly's in the tiny shower, singing as she closes her eyes and revels in the warm steamy spray. She lathers herself up and sings, probably a Creedence track or some 3 Dog Night.

Carl isn't listening. In fact, Carl's left the room.

He's out in the hall in his underwear. He swears he just saw something incredibly odd down the hall, through the door, out on the deck. Carl, oblivious to the fact that he's in his underwear (but probably safe because they could also pass as a men's bikini swimsuit in the South of France), begins to move down the hall toward the door.

Out on the deck, Carl squints his eyes in the bright sun. He can't believe his eyes.