"I don't think it just happened to be in the neighborhood," he replies, edging away from the railing. "If we can find him, get control of that thing, we might be able to stop this... whatever this is."

"Besides, I don't want to be within reach of that," he gestures toward the tentacle. "I've had enough of tentacles to last ten lifetimes." Although come to think of it, the tadpole in his skull's keeping up its suspicious silence so far. Whatever this thing is, they don't share any kinship.

Which just means this is some other giant, tentacle-bedecked monstrosity that's rising up from the depths. Lovely.