Now night, Trevor and Sean were now the lab.

"So it couldn't wait for tomorrow?" Sean asked.

"Your dad use to say, "Tectonophysics is the science of now, not tomorrow.'" Trevor said working on the computer. "It's about seismic events that occur in an instant." The screen then showed the readings. "Here, look at this. You got Hawaii, Bolivia, Mongolia. And the conditions today are almost exactly what they were in July '97."

"What's the big deal about July '97?" Sean asked.

"Well, Sean, that was the year your dad went missing." Trevor said turning to him. "Now, look, you see this column of numbers here?" He showed Sean the written notes in the book. "If the 753, right here, was a 752... " The 753 became a 752. "then it would be..." Trevor froze seeing it, and it was a match on Hawaii in Kilauea. "...exactly the same."

As Trevor looks at the computer readings, Sean looks at another showing a global map and tectonic plate fault lines and four flashing blips.

"What do these little blips mean?" Sean asked.

"Hmm? D-Don't touch anything." Trevor said. "Those little blips are my life's work."

"These four little blips are your life's work?" Sean lightly scoffed.

"Three- three little blips." Trevor stated holding three fingers not noticing.

"Um..." Sean turns the computer to his uncle. "One, two, three..." He counted the ones over Hawaii, Bolivia, Mongolia, and a new area. "four."

Trevor finally turns to the computer and saw the fourth blip beeping and flashing over Snaeffels, Iceland.

"Iceland." Trevor's eyes lit.

They soon returned home.

"This makes sense- Max saw the readings ten years ago, and he took off to investigate." Trevor said as he opens a closet. "Now, if the readings are the same today as they were then... this may be my only chance to find out what happened." He brought out a backpack. "I'm gonna need your passport."

"For what?" Sean asked.

"I'm sorry, we're gonna have to get you to Canada a little earlier than we planned." Trevor said.

"What are you talking about?" Sean asked still following.

"I'm talking about this." Trevor said turning back to him with the book. "A Journey to the Center of the Earth." He tossed the book to his nephew. "It's all set in Iceland... which is where he must've gone."

Sean looks through the page and saw the written notes on the pages sitting on a box.

"These are all my dad's notes?" Sean said.

Trevor turns to his nephew. "Look..." He brought out a chair and sat down in front of him. "Max and I- your dad and I- were talking about the possibility of volcanic tubes existing that went down past the mantle towards the center of the Earth. And that's what I think he went looking for. I'm sorry, but I gotta put you on a flight to Ottawa in the morning, and I'm calling Icelandair..." He reaches for his phone.

"No, no, look..." Sean said as Trevor dials his phone and unplugs the base as it clicks.

"Hey!" Trevor said.

"I just got here, okay?" Sean said. "You're not gonna go and ditch me. Besides, I was the person who found your life's work fourth little blip thingy in the first place."

"Oh. That's my brother we're talking about." Trevor said.

"Well, it's my dad!" Sean argued. "Now, I don't have to be in Ottawa for ten days- I'm going with you."

"Do you know how much it costs to book a last-minute flight to Reykjavík?" Trevor asked.

"Something tells me you got it covered." Sean said gesturing to the jars of coin change.

Trevor turns to them.

The next day, a Boeing 757 in Icelandair colors soars in the air. And inside, a woman speaking Icelandic announces in a P.A. as Trevor and Sean were among the passengers as Sean plays with the yo-yo.

"'Descend, bold traveler, into the crater of the jokul of Sneffels, which the shadow of Scartaris touches before the calends of July, and you will attain the center of the Earth.'" Trevor read a note in the book. "Ooh!" He said in a dramatic way.

And Sean chuckled.

"Sorry." Trevor said and got back to some notes he's working as he mutters. "P-B... P-B... P-B, and..."

"What are you doing?" Sean asked.

"I am deciphering these notations that your father made in this book." Trevor explained. "I think there's a code behind the pairing of letters. I think it might have something to do with the periodic table. For instance, I've got S-A, I-S, G-G." Sean looks at the letters. "I believe that, um, P-B is on the periodic table, and that's plumbum- "plumbum" means lead."

"What's "Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson?'" Sean reading it.

"What?" Trevor frowned.

"Well, it's right here." Sean said. "Read it down: "Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson.'"

Trevor saw he was right. "Oh! Uh... Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson. That's... um... That's a clue. Maybe that's a place. It could be a thing."

Sean then brought his PSP out and types it on a Google page.

"What are you doing?" Trevor asked.

"I'm Googling at 30,000 feet." Sean said simply.

"Are you supposed to be doing that?" Trevor asked.

"Welcome to the 21st Century." Sean said.

And a internet page was shown of a mid-aged Icelandic man named Sigurbjörn Ásgeirsson.

"Okay... here." Sean said and shows his uncle the page.

"It's a person." Trevor said. "'Sigurbjörn Ásgeirsson, Executive Director of the Ásgeirsson Institute for Progressive Volcanology.' Max would've known this guy."

Sean turns to him.

"I knew it was a good thing to bring you, kid." Trevor said. "His institute has gotta be our first stop."

Sean just remained silent.

In the high Arctic, sitting on a large ice sheet, an aqua-green aircraft sits on the ice which is luckily thick enough to hold it. As it was the Wild Kratts' home-base, the Tortuga HQ.

Their adventure was a research study project as they were studying one of the Arctic's elusive ice giants; Bowhead Whales. The only large whales that stay in the Arctic all year-round, throughout their entire lives. Up to 60 feet long, and weighing 100 tons, they are the second heaviest animal alive, only the Blue Whale is heavier. And these particular whales they were studying are actually descendants from survivors from a population almost hunted to extinction in the 19th Century.

They even thought it was possible that some of them were alive back then.

"Wow, these Bowheads are truly incredible." Aviva said astonished as they, minus Martin, looked at the pictures they got of the whales.

"Yeah, Bowhead Whales are true nomads out here." Chris said. "And to think, these were survivors from whaling days of the late 1800s."

"You know, I have heard of a whale found with a harpoon tip lodged in it's skin." Koki recalled. "And that particular whale was 130 years old."

"Yeah, and they can live as long as 200 years." Chris said. "And their maximum age is believed to be 268 years."

"Wow." Jimmy said amazed. "That's old. Why are they called Bowheads, anyway."

"They get their name for their bow-shaped heads." Chris explained working the big screen. "It's upper jaw is shaped like bow, hence it's namesake."

The screen shows a close-up on the head of a Bowhead Whale, and a bow align with it's top jaw.

"Well, look at that." Koki observed. "It's matches."

"Yeah, they also make great ice-breakers." Chris said. "They can smash through two feet of ice. It's like having a built-in icebreaker for their head. And it helps for having the thickest blubber of any whale."

"I also like how we met that little baby Bowhead." Aviva said as the screen showed a picture they got of a mother and a newborn calf just three months old. "So cute, I could hug him."

"That is if you can wrap your arms around him." Koki said.

"Yeah, and with their longevity, he'll be around at the time of our grandchildren." Chris said.

"That is if their Arctic home is still around by then, and that the whales aren't extinct." Koki said concerned about global temperatures still on the rise.

"Well, as long as we keep fighting the good fight, there's still a chance." Chris said positively.

"Ooh, wow." Martin said.

They then frowned as they turned to Martin as he seems distracted with his Martin in a book.

"Uh, Martin?" Chris said. "Are you even listening of what we're going over."

"Yeah, yeah. Nice." Martin said half-listening to them.

The four turn to each other, knowing he wasn't entirely listening, head over to him.

"Martin, we were talking about Bowhead Whales while you're all distracted by a book." Aviva said pulling the book out from his grip.

"Oh, sorry, guys." Martin apologized. "I guess I'm a little sidetracked in a good read."

Aviva then looks at the front cover. "A Journey to the Center of the Earth? No way, I love this novel."

"Yeah, it's a good read back in it's day, and still is." Chris said.

"Everybody knows it, it's one of Jules Verne's novels." Koki said.

"Yeah, this team on an expedition to reach the center of the Earth." Martin said.

"How far down it is though?" Jimmy asked.

Koki works on the big screen, as it shows an image of the Earth, and a cross section showing the crust, mantle, outer and inner core. And a red point flashing at the center point of the inner core.

"Says here that the center of the Earth is 3,959 miles beneath our feet." Koki said.

"That's a long way down." Aviva commented.

"How far down have we gotten?" Chris said.

"Deepest we've ever been was 7.6 miles down with a two-inch drill bit." Aviva said. "And that's even close to halfway through the Earth's crust."

"Hmm. But what if we could?" Martin pondered.

"Imagine it." Chris said.

"Hang on, let's not go on a wild goose chase." Koki said dismissively. "That story is nothing but pure fantasy. A sci-fi story."

"Yeah, even I know it's fake." Jimmy said.

"True." Chris noted. "But it would be quite an adventure."

"I don't know." Aviva said doubtful. "More than 2,000 miles down, molten iron and nickel at 9,000 degrees. It's more fantasy to me."

"Okay, so reach the Earth's interior is unlikely." Martin said. "But maybe, we can check out some caves."

"Hmm, I do like a little cave-exploring now and then." Aviva said.

"I guess there's no harm in it." Koki said. "As long as it doesn't involve in trying to live the story.

"No, of course not." Martin said.

"Okay, so where should we do it?" Koki asked.

"How about..." Martin said.

The screen then shows Iceland.

"Iceland!" He and Chris said in unison.

Later, in the Land of Fire and Ice, Trevor and Sean in a rented car drives along a road through the volcanic landscape.

"Are we there yet?" Sean asked.

"If you mean annoying, yeah, we're there." Trevor said.

Sean then splutters. "D'you know you're going kinda slow?"

"I'm going kind of safe." Trevor said.

"I just saw a goat in the passing lane." Sean said.

Trevor looks back trying to see it.

"When is the whole, uh, adventure thing going to begin?" Sean asked.

"Let me give you something fun to do." Trevor said bringing out a map. "Navigate." He hands it to Sean. "Where are we?"

Sean opens the map up. "Have we passed... Havansch?"

"Havanschlicht?" Trevor inquired.

"Yeah." Sean said.

"I don't know." Trevor said.

Sean groans trying to get the right pronunciation. "Have we passed Eingarsstadir?"

"I don't know?" Trevor muttered.

"Reynivir?" Sean asked.

"I don't know." Trevor muttered.

"Husavik."

"No!"

"Grundarhol?"

"No!"

"Stifflarschtarder?"

"Stiff-lard-starter?"

"How 'bout Koldukardarskinoquue?"

"What?"

The continued driving as they drove pass a sign reading Reykjavík, which is pointing back the other way.

Hours later, and now night, they were still driving and likely lost.

"We're definitely lost." Sean said.

"We're not lost." Trevor said. "Just look for an institution."

"What's an institution look like?" Sean asked.

"I don't know." Trevor said. "It looks big and institutional. It's gotta be around here somewhere."

He stops the car as Sean sighs.

"Hey, look, there's a little shack up there." Sean said spotting a shack ahead of them. "Maybe we can stop there and ask for directions."

They then unbuckled their seat belts.

"We're not lost." Trevor said as they climbed out.

"Oh, no. Definitely not." Sean said as they got out the car.

Trevor splutters as they walked and lightly chuckles. "What's this? An old ski shack?"

Sean holding a flashlight turns it on and shines it over a sign

"'Ásgeirsson Stotno fyrir framandi..." Trevor read the sign and mumbles. "'Institute for Progressive Volcanology'. I told you I'd find it."

They soon made their way towards the shack.

"All right." Trevor said. "Not too shabby."

"Right." Sean said.

They soon got to the doorway and Trevor knocked a few times on the door.

"Engar rckjur i dag, takk." A woman's voice was heard from inside.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Trevor said. "I-I don't speak Icelandic."

The door then opened as there was woman with blue eyes, and blonde hair. And Trevor and Sean were briefly silent by her appearance.

"Hi. Can I help you?" She said.

"Hello." Trevor said.

Sean turns to his uncle.

"I'm Hannah." She introduced herself extending her hand.

"Oh, how do you do?" Trevor greeted shaking her hand. "Hi. I'm Trev... Uh... Professor Anderson. I'm, uh... visiting from American. Um... and this is..." He gestured to Sean.

"I'm Sean." Sean introduced himself.

"Sean. M-My nephew." Trevor said.

"Hi, Sean." Hannah greeted.

"I was wondering if I could possibly speak with, uh... forgive me here... Sigurbjörn Ásgeirsson." Trevor said.

"Um, well, Sigurbjörn Ásgeirsson is dead." Hannah explained a little uneasy.

"Dead?" Sean frowned.

"Yeah, he died three winters ago." Hannah said.

"Oh, um, so do you run the institute?" Trevor asked.

"Nobody does." Hannah said. "Uh, there is no institute."

"Well, there's a sign down the road that says..." Trevor said.

"Yeah, progressive volcanology was a failed idea, like... you know, the Berlin Wall, eight-track tapes." Hannah explained.

"I see." Trevor said. "Uh... well, did-did you work with him?" He asked wondering if she even knew him.

"No, no." Hannah said. "He-He was my father."

Shortly later, they were inside as Hannah placed three coffee cups on the table as Trevor showed her Max's book.

"Yeah?" Hannah said. "I know it. What about it?"

"Uh, well, this book belonged to my late brother Max." Trevor explained. "Max Anderson? We believe that he may have been in contact with your father."

"Your brother was a Vernian." Hannah said.

Trevor frowned from that.

"What's a Vernian?" Sean asked.

"Someone that believes that the writings of Jules Verne were actual fact." Hannah explained. "I mean, the guy was a science fiction writer, and yet this society of believers regarded Verne like a visionary." She hands them both cups of something to drink.

"Thanks." Sean said.

"My father was the biggest Vernian of them all." Hannah said.

"My brother was no Vernian." Trevor protested.

Hannah placed her cup down and looks through the book and flips through the pages, and sees the written notes. She closed it, and soon approached a book shelf and brought out a book and shows it to them.

"This was my father's copy." Hannah said.

Trevor looks through the book.

"Take a look." Hannah said.

Trevor looks through the pages seeing written notes, and Hannah showed the page in Max's book as Trevor saw the notes.

"See, the markings are exactly the same." Hannah said. "Your brother was a Vernian."

Trevor remained silent.

"Wow." Sean said. "My dad was kind of... out there."

"You didn't know him, Sean." Trevor said.

"I'm starting to think you didn't either." Sean said grabbing the older book.

"He was no member of some secret society." Trevor said.

"What are you guys doing here?" Hannah asked.

"I'm a scientist." Trevor said. "I'm a professor. I'm here because there are seismic sensors going off 30 klicks north of here that we think that we should check into, and that's the reason that we're here, plain and simple."

"Okay." Hannah said.

Trevor stared.

"You know there are no roads to the north." Hannah said.

"Well..." Trevor said and sighed.

"I'm a mountain guide." Hannah said. "I can take you there, professor." She offered.

"Great." Trevor said.

"That's great, I love hiking." Sean said.

"I would appreciate that; that'd be great." Trevor said.

"Good." Hannah said.

She closed Max's close and got up.

"Call me Trevor." Trevor said.

"Uh, you can call me Sean." Sean said.

"So it'll be 5,000 kroner to go up there." Hannah said.

"Five grand a day?" Trevor said getting up. "No problem."

"An hour." Hannah said.

Trevor's smile slightly dropped.

"Do you accept rolls of quarters?" Sean asked.

Author's Note:

Here's something interesting I didn't know till recently.

I saw a behind-the-scenes video of the film, and I found that Titanic and Avatar director, James Cameron, helped out in the film as co-developer.

And speaking of James Cameron, that part of the Wild Kratts studying Bowhead Whales, is a reference from Nat Geo series, OceanXplorers, which I saw and is truly amazing. And considering a future crossover story.

And last Saturday, I got a 1965 A Journey to the Center of the Earth book off eBay. Made it to Chapter 20 so far, and proving to be quite interesting.

And I have just started watching the 1959 version of Journey to the Center of the Earth.

And happy recent 25 for Walking with Dinosaurs.