Journey To The Center Of The Earth Page #3

I knew it was a good thing to bring you.

His institute has gotta be our first stop.

Are we there yet?

If you mean annoying, yeah, we're there.

- You know, you're going kind of slow.

- I'm going kind of safe.

I just saw a goat in the passing lane.

When's the whole adventure thing

gonna begin?

Let me give you something fun to do.

Navigate.

Where are we?

Have we passed Havanschlicht?

- Havanschlicht?

- Yeah.

I don't know.

Have we passed Eingarsstadir?

- I don't know.

- Reynivr?

- I don't know.

- Hsavk?

No.

- Grundarhol?

No.

- Stifflarschtarder?

Stifflardschtarder?

How about Koldukardarskinoquue?

- What?

We're definitely lost.

- We're not lost.

Just look for an institution.

What's an institution look like?

- I don't know, it looks big and institutional.

It's gotta be around here somewhere.

Hey, look, there's a little shack up there.

We can stop there and ask for directions.

- We're not lost.

- Oh, no, definitely not.

What's this? A ski shack?

"sgeirsson...

...lnstitute for Progressive Volcanology."

I told you I'd find it.

Alrighty.

- Not too shabby.

- All right.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't speak Icelandic.

- Hi, can I help you?

- Hello.

- I'm Hannah.

- Oh, how do you do? Hi.

I'm Trev... Professor Anderson.

I'm visiting from America. Um...

- This is Sean, my nephew.

- I'm Sean.

Hi, Sean.

I was wondering if I could

possibly speak with, forgive me here...

...Sigurbjrn sgeirsson?

Um...

Well, Sigurbjrn sgeirsson is dead.

- Dead?

- Yeah, he died three winters ago.

Oh. Uh...

So do you run the institute?

Nobody does. There is no institute.

- There's a sign down the road that says...

- Progressive volcanology was a failed idea.

Like, you know, the Berlin Wall

and eight-track tapes.

I see.

Well, did you work with him?

No, no. He was my father.

Yeah? I know it. What about it?

Well, this book belonged

to my late brother, Max.

Max Anderson?

We believe that he may have been

in contact with your father.

- Your brother was a Vernian.

- What's a Vernian?

Someone that believes that the writings

of Jules Verne were actual fact.

I mean, the guy

was a science fiction writer.

And yet this society of believers

regarded Verne like a visionary.

My father

was the biggest Vernian of them all.

My brother was no Vernian.

This was my father's copy.

Take a look.

See, the markings are exactly the same.

Your brother was a Vernian.

Wow, my dad was kind of out there.

- You didn't know him, Sean.

- I'm starting to think you didn't either.

He was no member

of some secret society.

- What are you guys doing here?

- I'm a scientist, I'm a professor.

I'm here because there are seismic sensors

going off 30 klicks north of here...

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