"Mr. Scamander?" Jacob asked. "Please, call me Newt," Newt asked. "Newt... I don't think I'm dreaming," Jacob said. "What gave it away?" Newt inquired, almost interested.

Jacob replied with, "I ain't got the brains to make this up."

"Would you mind throwing some of those pellets in with the Mooncalves over there?" Newt asked Jacob. "Yeah, sure," Jacob answered as he picked up a nearby bucket of feed. "Just over there," Newt directed. I followed Jacob over to the Mooncalf habitat.

"Bugger... Niffler's gone," I heard Newt say, sounding annoyed. "Of course he has, little bugger. Any chance he has to get his hands on something shiny."

During our walk to the Mooncalf habitat, I saw the "leaves" fly off a nearby tree and fly among the Doxys, Glow Bugs, and Grindylows above us. I exhaled sharply out of awe. I've seen this scene a million times, three of them on the silver screen during the movie's run in cinemas, and, here I am, right below it. I'm probably the first person who has really traveled into a fictional world. Wow.

I was brought back down to Earth when I heard Jacob muttering to himself. "What did you do today, Jacob? I was inside a suitcase."

We stopped at a rocky, moonlit area. Creatures that were about the size of a Shetland pony with a head resembling a llama's and cartoonish doe eyes galloped toward us. "Hi," I quietly called. I grabbed a handful of the pellets out of the bucket and tossed them up. The Mooncalves bobbed their heads up to get their food. "Take it easy, take it easy," Jacob said. I saw Newt in a nearby habitat, cradling a blue creature with luminescent tentacles. We both smiled at each other before I began stroking one of the Mooncalves head, whispering things in my baby talk voice like, "Cutie pie" and "sweetheart."

I heard a familiar, echoing cry from behind me... the same cry from when I fell through the mirror. I turned to see four sets of curtains around a snowscape. The Obscurus! I thought. It seemed like the longer I was here, I would keep forgetting a few things.

"Did you hear that?" Jacob asked me. I nodded fearfully. "Newt, did you-" Jacob turned to where Newt was standing, but he had already moved on. Jacob began to slowly walk toward the snowscape. In a panic, I ran off to find Newt. It seemed to take a long time, I found him near an enclosure resembling the African savannah. "Newt," I gasped out, grabbing his arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Jacob... snowscape... Obscurus," was I could get out in between breaths. I made the mistake of not hesitating when Newt took off toward the snowscape. If I get out of here, I gotta stop skipping cardio.

"Step back," Newt ordered Jacob, in an uncharacteristically sharp tone, scaring both Jacob and me. "What's the matter with this?" Jacob asked. "I said step away," Newt repeated. "What is this thing?" Jacob asked. "It's an Obscurus," Newt responded. He turned back around, heading toward the savannah enclosure. "I need to get going, find everyone who's escaped before they get hurt."

"Before they get hurt?" Jacob asked, surprised, considering Tina pretty much painted the creatures as threats. "Yes, Mr. Kowalski," Newt answered, matter-of-factly. "See, they're currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet... humans."

"So, where would you say that a medium-sized creature that likes broad, open plains... trees, waterholes, that sort of thing... where might she go?" Newt asked us, his tone a little softer now. "In New York City? Plains?" Jacob asked, incredulously. "Uh... Central Park."

"And where is that exactly?" Newt asked. "Where is Central Park?" Jacob asked, in the same incredulous tone. Newt looked a little embarrassed, as if he just asked a stupid question. I felt a little bad for him. "Well, I could take you guys there," I suggested. "Wait, wouldn't that be kinda a double-cross?" Jacob brought up. "I mean, you and your sisters take us in, they make us hot cocoa..."

"You do realize that once Tina notices you stopped sweating like a fountain, she'll Obliviate you," I said. "What does Bliviate mean?" Jacob asked. "It'll be like you wake up and all memory of magic gone," Newt answered for me. Jacob looked around the case, the same look his eyes that I had when I first entered it. "I won't remember any of this?" Jacob inquired. "No," Newt and I replied in unison. After a long pause, Jacob spoke up again. "Alright, yeah... okay... I'll help you both."

I smiled, turning to Newt. "Come on, then."

Sorry about last week. I had a bit of a stomach bug and didn't feel like writing. But I'm feeling okay now. I may not update next week because... I'M GOING TO NEW YORK! Of course, I'll see some Broadway shows... Phantom and Anastasia to be exact. If we have leftover money, we might go see Wicked or Waitress! I'll try not to let any creatures loose while I'm there.