As soon as the doors closed, Newt pretty much jumped up and placed his leather case on the floor. My heart pounded with excitement as I saw him open it and walked down inside it, but I was startled when Jacob let out a high-pitched, "Paha!"

Newt's hand popped up, motioning for us to join him in the case. Without thinking, I jumped in, almost knocking Newt over. "Not to be rude, but... you do realize that there was a ladder," Newt pointed out. "Sorry, I got excited," I apologized. "Where's Mr. Kowalski?" he asked. "Probably freaking out," I quipped under my breath as Newt climbed up the ladder. "Come on," he called. Newt jumped off the ladder and quickly sauntered to his little workstation. I saw Jacob's legs dangling from the entryway in the ceiling, but it took a while for him to get in. I could hear a few thuds, but I didn't feel anything moving. I finally grabbed Jacob by the ankles and pulled him in.

"Will you sit down?" Newt asked Jacob. "Good idea," Jacob quietly muttered as he sat on a crate in the corner. Newt came forward and examined the bite on Jacob's neck. This time, with Tina not on his back, he was able to get a better look. "That's definitely the Murtlap," Newt confirmed before he went back to the workstation and started making a poultice with various herbs. "You must be particularly susceptible. See, you're a Muggle. So our physiologies are subtly different."

I was amazed at how fast he worked. It seemed like two microseconds before he began applying the substance to Jacob's neck. "Ew," I heard Jacob complain. I didn't blame him, though. It smelled like the spirulina powder that Alyssa used in the power smoothies she took to every single one of her shows. "Stay still," Newt told him. He then placed a pill on another crate nearby. "That should stop the sweating and one of those should sort the twitch."

Jacob waited a second before shrugging and gulping the pill down. Newt began hacking off chunks of meat at the workstation and dumped them into a metal bucket. "Take that," Newt said as he handed Jacob the bucket. He walked briskly back to the workstation and picked up a cocoon, squeezing a bright blue liquid into a vial.

"What you got there?" Jacob asked. "This, the locals call "Swooping Evil," Newt answered. Jacob's eyes widened a bit. "Not the friendliest of names. It's quite an agile fella," Newt said. Newt held out his finger to reveal the cocoon dangling from his finger. The green and blue on it always reminded me of a peacock. "I've been studying him and I'm pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know," Newt explained. After a brief second of silence, the Swooping Evil just burst forward toward us, screeching at me and Jacob before Newt recalled it. Based off the smirk on his face, I could tell he had always wanted to do that. "Probably shouldn't let him loose in here, though," Newt said. "You think?" I snarked before I finally gave in and laughed about it. He opened the door and walked out. "Come on."

While I followed him enthusiastically, Jacob seemed a little wary. As we exited the shed, I felt like we were stepping into another world. Or, a habitat that resembled the Arizona desert. I felt myself get drenched by a downpour, looking up to see a Thunderbird. My smile widened. "Come on, come on. Down you come... come on," Newt coaxed the creature. The Thunderbird perched itself on a large rock in front of Newt. "Oh, thank Paracelsus. If you had gotten out, that would've been quite catastrophic."

Newt then turned back to us. "See, he's the real reason I came to America. To bring Frank home," he told us. Entranced by the fact such a creature from one of my favorite movies was in front of me and in person, I walked eagerly toward Frank, but he screeched, startling me. "Miss Goldstein, I'd recommend that you stay back. He's a wee bit sensitive to strangers," Newt warned me. I took his advice and sauntered back to my original standing place as quickly as I could. "He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. I couldn't leave him there, so I had to bring him back," Newt relayed to us. Newt turned back to the Thunderbird and nuzzled the creature's head. "I'm going to put you back where you belong, aren't I, Frank. To the wilds of Arizona."

Newt tossed a handful of feed to Frank, who caught it in his beak and flew off. I ran up to the rock to get a better look, seeing Newt slightly smile.