Kendall wakes up feeling somewhat refreshed. He's still worried about what those strange animals are up to, but he has a different kind of understanding in the morning.

"Guaaaaah," James yawns real loud as he comes to. He stretches his arms way above his head and groans again.

"Too loud, too loud," Kendall complains.

"We should….yaaaah…we should bring food to the little guys."

"Yeah, you're right," Kendall agrees. He yawns a bit, too, and gets out of bed. James is staring at him.

"What do they eat?" the brunet asks.

"Yuma told me she eats anything, and I think she literally does. Dogs eat anything too, right?"

"I think so."

The boys shuffle off to the kitchen and start to fix a big plastic container with breakfast for their 'pets.'

"Lunchmeat," James says, tossing a wad of shaved turkey into the container, which Kendall is holding out to him. "Uhhhh, leftover chicken. Some grapes. A buncha spinach. That leftover enchilada. Raw egg. They like raw eggs, right?"

"She said anything," Kendall tells him. "They need the protein, anyway."

"Right," James agrees. He cracks an egg into the box and tosses the shells to the sink. "And maybe some barbeque sauce to make it taste better. And ketchup. How's that?"

They take the slop to the counter and start mashing it all up with forks. It looks pretty unpleasant. Just then, Mama Knight walks in with her bathrobe on, leering at the boys tiredly. "What are you making this early?" she asks.

"Uhhh, just something to eat," James says quickly. "'Cause we're really, really hungry."

"Right!" Kendall adds. "We're super hungry."

"It looks horrible," Mama Knight groans. She pours some water from the tap into a mug, bungs in a tea bad and sticks it in the microwave. "You boys can't cook."

"Well it might look horrible, but that's where you're wrong," James says, like an idiot as usual. He takes his fork and shovels some of the slimy, messy, sticky slop into his mouth. Grimacing, he fakes a smile and says, "See? It's…delicious!"

"Oooookay," Mama Knight says. She takes her tea from the microwave and heads back to her room. "Just don't make a mess."

"We won't!" Kendall and James say in unison, trying to sound chipper. Then James swallows and almost throws up.

"Okay okay, we gotta go!" Kendall says. He snaps a lid onto the container and they rush together to get out of the door. They hightail down to that little park and look around the lamppost for their animals.

"Fox?" James calls out.

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuma?" Kendall shouts.

The lamppost suddenly rattles and shakes, and slowly the ground opens up into the portal that was there yesterday. Fox sticks his head out.

"Hey buddy!" James says. The puppy looks sad. "What's wrong?"

"Yuma," Fox sighs. "She's unwell."

"What?!" Kendall yells. "What happened?"

"Come inside," Fox says.

The boys get on their hands and knees and go into Fox's safe cave. In the middle of the room, the little piglet is slumped over, shaking a little. Kendall runs up to her and sets his hand on her side. "What happened?!" he asks her.

"She isn't talking," says Fox.

"Why?" Kendall asks.

"I don't know. She's sick. There's something wrong with the ether."

"Ether?" Kendall and James both ask.

"Um, yeah," Fox says, looking odd. He shifts on his tiny paws. "Like, the invisible vibe in the air. The force that carries magical bidding."

"You lost me there," James says.

"Fox, how do we make her better?" Kendall asks, quite concerned. He pets the sleeping pig carefully.

"I don't know," Fox says sadly. He looks up at James and sees the container in his hands. "What's that?"

"Oh, we made you some food," James says.

"Food!? Really?! For me?!"

"Yeah!" James cracks off the lid and sets in the ground. Fox immediately runs to it and starts eating like he hasn't eaten in years.

"Mmm!" he says, chewing sloppily. "It's so good!"

"Guys," Kendall whispers now. "Can you be quiet? I don't want you to wake up Yuma."

"Sorry," Fox apologizes quietly. He keeps eating a bit less sloppy. James watches him and smiles.

"I need to take Yuma back home," Kendall says.

"What? But Bitters…" says James.

"I don't care," Kendall tells him. He carefully picks up the piglet and holds her in his arms. "Is there a blanket or anything in here?"

"Uhhh," Fox mutters, licking his chops. "There is a little one on that chair over there."

"That works," Kendall says. With a swift urgency, he pulls the small throw blanket from the fluffy chair and wraps it around Yuma. She snorts quietly but remains asleep. "I need to take better care of her. I promised. I won't let her down." He hides Yuma close to his chest and crawls out of the safe cave, leaving Fox and James still within.

"She gonna be okay?" James asks.

"I don't know," Fox admits weakly. "Thanks for the food, though."

"Aww, you're welcome. Hey, do you want to go for a walk?"

"A walk? I sure do! James, you're the best!"

"Here, try this." James takes a leash that he found somewhere and hooks it to Fox's tiny collar. Both practically grinning, they head out of the safe cave and go for a stroll around downtown LA.

"Oh, look at the cute doggy!" a little kid gasps as they pass.

"Thanks!" James says. Fox wags his tail and saunters down the sidewalk along his new, well, owner, it would seem.

"Aww, what a cute dog!" a young woman says.

"Well thank you," James says, winking.

"Can I pet him?"

"You sure can," James says. "You can pet him, you can pet me."

The woman stares at James oddly. "That's alright," she says, shaking her head. She doesn't pet Fox or anything and just walks away quickly.

"Why did you say that?" Fox calls up to James.

Trying not to look like he's totally insane, James mumbles out of the side of his mouth. "I was trying to flirt with her."

"Don't flirt like that! You're too straight forward. You'll never find love that way."

"Love? Who said anything about love?"

"That's what everyone wants," Fox says. James stops walking. He squats down and pulls Fox onto his knee.

"What do you mean?" he asks quietly.

"Everyone wants love. You'll never find it by telling strangers to pet you. You aren't a dog."

"I never said I wanted love."

"But you must, right? You're human."

"I dunno," James mumbles with a frown. "I don't think I'm ready for love. Besides, who would love me?"

Kendall knows there are old baby bottles somewhere. He looks through the kitchen cabinets with one hand, supporting Yuma with the other. Grabbing the attention from the rest of his roommates is really not an option now, so he does his best to be quiet. As he thought, those bottles that Mama Knight saved for whatever reason are tucked away behind some pie pans. He takes one and fills it with some milk from the fridge, then nukes it in the microwave for a few seconds. Some milk is spurted onto his hand to check the temperature, which is just warm enough, and he disappears into the bedroom.

Yuma is awake just barely now. She isn't talking, like Fox said, but she looks up at Kendall and silently acknowledges his care for her. He slowly sits on his bed and takes the bottle in his hand.

"You gotta eat something," he whispers, prodding the nipple to the piglet's mouth. (It's like Babe, right?) "Come on, sweetheart."

The pig snorts to herself a few times but then she takes the nipple and begins to drink the milk.

"There we go, Yuma. Good job." Kendall smiles and rocks her in his arms gently. She drinks and drinks, and soon her snouts starts to glow green like it had before. Her eyes close halfway in what could only be described as joy.

"What is this, Yuma?" Kendall asks, but she still doesn't speak. "Okay, no talking for now. But once you come back to normal, I want to know your secrets. Do we have a deal?"

Yuma snorts. She finishes the milk and the green glow dies down a little. Kendall cradles her and rocks her even more, asking is she feels better. The pig is quiet and nuzzles into his shoulder. "Oh Yuma," Kendall sighs. "You gotta get better."

He touches the top of Yuma's head and gently strokes her. No, he thinks to himself. There's no evil agenda here. Just something magical. There is a plan and a history, but I think they're probably good. But they do need our help. Well, mine at least.

Yuma makes a tiny sound of happiness and the snout starts to glow once more. "Are you feeling better?" Kendall asks. The piglet doesn't respond. Her face feels warm, but in a good way. Kendall smiles and starts to hum, and then the humming turns into singing. "I don't know why you always get so insecure. I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror…"

The pig clearly listens to his singing and is lulled to sleep. Her breathing become slower and stronger. Kendall smiles and holds onto her, still singing. But he stops completely when the door opens. Luckily it's just James. Kendall puts his finger to his mouth, telling the brunet to be quiet.

"You look like a daddy," James whispers.

"What?"

"You look like a daddy."

"Yeah I heard you. What do you mean?"

"Holding her like a baby, singing her to sleep. It's like a daddy and she's your baby."

"I guess…"

James carefully sits beside Kendall on the bed and looks at the sleeping piglet. "She's real cute."

"I wonder about her though," Kendall whispers. "Where did she come from?"

"I dunno."

"Where's Fox?"

"Back at the safe cave. Says he has stuff to take care of."

"Alright," Kendall says. "Well, I'm going to keep Yuma with me here all night. I need to watch her carefully until she gets better."

"That's so sweet," James says with a smile. "You really are like a daddy."

"I'm not," Kendall protests quietly.

"Yeah well, one day."

"I guess."

"Why not?"

Kendall shrugs.

"You'd make a good one," James says quickly.

"I guess," Kendall says again. He looks over at James and smiles. "I'm gonna focus on these guys and what they need first."

"Sounds like a plan."