On the other side of town, Dr. Jazz and his wife Yuka were waiting out the storm in their big, blue house (Whoops. Wrong bear, but anyway…). Yuka suddenly let out a shriek as a lightning bolt hit the ground close by. Jazz ran to her side. "What is it?" he asked. "I saw… this red blur…Do you think it was someone trapped in the storm?" she asked.

"Probably."

Jazz placed his jacket over his shoulders and ran outside. Yuka grabbed her umbrella and chased after him. Jazz stood over the limp form of a large, red and gold bird. Yuka held her umbrella over her husband. "What is it?" she asked, looking down at the unmoving bird.

"A red crested Breegull. Looks to have been close to that last shaft of lightning. The tail feathers and the feathers along the left wing are badly burned."

The bear knelt down to for a better look. His fingers rested on the bird's chest a moment.

"Alive."

The bear ran his fingers through the bird's feathers, checking for unseen injuries.

"No wounds, no broken bones…female…"

"Jazz!" Yuka said playfully, slapping her husband on the shoulder. He ignored this. "We need to her inside before she has more to worry about than burnt feathers," Jazz said, picking up the Breegull in his arms. Yuka followed after him, still holding the umbrella over him.

Inside the house, Yuka got a towel and gently dried the unconscious bird. Jazz got a blanket and arranged a nest of sorts in front of the fireplace. He set the bird down in it. "What about her feathers?" Yuka asked. "I'll wait until she wakes up. See what she wants to do," he explained.