Peep blew his brass whistle, and voices rose from every dock and doorway. Children called out brave plans, bakers sang warm wishes, gardeners shared green dreams, and Grandpa Drift boomed, “Every tomorrow likes a good story!”

Ori listened as the words swirled together—soft, bold, wobbly, true. Auntie Kelpseal tapped her spoon and said, “Share your hope, and watch it grow.” Then the drifting tomorrows gave a happy pop-pop-pop and settled into bright new bubbles.