Amidst the rushing waters, Remy couldn't maneuver his direction; much less keep his head above water. The frigid stream swirled around him, battering him, with the waves reaching to the topmost corners of the sewer system.
His initial plunge from the waterfall had stunned the rat, and he still attempted to regain his bearings without drowning. The fact that his family was gone had yet to sink it—only the need to survive reigned. And just before he was about to give up hope, he saw it floating nearby. Like a beacon, a colorful, extravagant, monumental, saving grace—the cookbook.