The narrator tells the audience that he and his companions have tried for decades to bring people together, but they've been unable to do so. They've tried to hold onto hope, but everything has turned against them, he says. He wants to show the people of San Francisco that there's hope, and he wants them to know that he's there to help them. He tells them that he has a message that they can take back to their homes, and that they should just flee the city. The narrator says that he can't tell the guy to just leave, because the riot is getting out of hand. He says that the police have ordered the people to disperse, and the narrator has thirty seconds to get back to his own homes. He asks the narrator to stop the riot, because there'll be blood on the ground. He adds that the people are going die unless they can find something to hold on to. He points to the water, which he picked up last night, as evidence that the whales have returned. The people thought the whales had died and gone, but now they're coming back. They think the whales are "resilient," he says, but the narrator points out that all their petty problems, all their small injuries, all the injuries they inflict, they all recover, but it doesn't get them closer to the people. He's sorry, but he has to turn them around.