A rapturous applause shook the whole Majestic Theatre. Porsha Crystal, a female Arctic grey-wolf, had blown the audience away with her big number, "It Could've Been Me". Her heart swelled with indescribable joy as all the animals in the theatre cheered and whistled and demanded an encore which she was, of course, happy to do. Even though Porsha had performed in "Out of This World"—a really cool sky-fi show—numerous times already, every show always felt new to her. All her life, she'd played the part of a spoiled rich girl who—according to her dad—was nothing but a worthless, talentless loser. And though it did hurt to see her father arrested in Redshore City, she had found a true family in Mr. Moon and the gang. She was happy, of course, but she sometimes felt like a third wheel, like an intruder. And sometimes she felt that, if she screwed something up, everyone would hate her and leave. Not to mention the very public, very dramatic trail of her estranged father, Jimmy Crystal, that spread all over the tabloids and news outlets like wildfire. Well, okay, maybe she overreacted a little, but this was on another level.

It was late at night, as Porsha was taking off her makeup in the mirror, when she heard a knock on her dressing room door, ears flicking up.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's Buster," replied the voice of her mentor.

Porsha slumped in her chair, hugging herself.

The koala showman had been functioning as a father figure to Porsha. She wasn't unwelcome to that, but it felt strange to her. And Buster always made time for her, always let her know that she could talk to him. That was something that her daddy never did, ever! And it wasn't like she didn't want to. But she was afraid. Much like she was right now.

Porsha took a deep breath. Whatever news the koala had, she hoped it wasn't too bad. "C-Come on in, Mr. Moon!" she blurted out, feigning her usual perkiness. The door opened and the koala stepped in. He was dressed in his usual blue suit, spiffy as always. But he looked worried. More than usual.

"What's up?" Porsha asked Buster. Buster immediately noticed that the wolf was hurting and sat in a chair beside her, at a loss. He inhaled, about to speak, but struggled to find the words. Silence choked them and they exchanged fearful glances. Both of them knew that the news was bad—and that it had to be about him.

"Listen, Porsha, I know you've been through a lot. We all do," Buster said.

"Yeah…" was her only response. She didn't even look at the koala. He always said Porsha was part of their "family", and that it would take time for her and the gang to adjust. But she worried that most of them still thought of her as the snobby, spoiled rich girl. In her opinion, she wasn't part of the family. 'Hopefully, I can be a part of it', she thought to herself.

"I got a call from my lawyer just now. She said that your testimony really helped out. And the restraining order has been finalized," Buster explained. Porsha couldn't help but smirk. Finally, some justice would be served!

"That's awesome!" the female wolf chimed in. Buster couldn't help but chuckle at his apprentice's excitement. If there was anything the koala admired about Porsha, it was her optimism. His smile faltered as he continued on, however, and Porsha took notice.

"What is it?" she asked, placing a gentle hand on Buster's small shoulder.

"Your dad's lawyers also got in touch with my lawyer. And they said your dad wants you to visit him."

"In jail?"

"Yeah."

Porsha nodded and, fighting the urge to cry, asked Buster, "Will you…come with me?"

Buster hugged Porsha and replied with all the care and love he could muster, "Of course I will, Porsha."