After dinner and Queenie flirting with Jacob, Tina offered them a room they could stay in for the night. It wasn't like Newt and Jacob had a choice. There were only two beds.

"Oh - Neeki can take my bed," Queenie said. "I'll sleep on the sofa for the night."

Newt waved her away. "Neeki - uh - usually sleeps with me."

Tina and Queenie looked at each other, then back at Newt.

"All righty, then. We'll leave you to it."

In all honesty, Newt just wanted to finish what he came to do in New York. Newt and Neeki were settled in the bed. Neeki had her arms wrapped around Newt's waist comfortably. She had a satisfied smile on her face. After Tina and Queenie left the room, Newt threw off the sheets, making Neeki frown, and placed his suitcase on the floor.

He clicked his tongue. "Neeki."

She slithered out of the bed and walked over to him as he opened it and walked down inside of it, ignoring Jacob's bewildered look and scream as he sat on the bed with a cup of hot chocolate. Neeki followed after Newt.

After a moment of silence, Newt's hand popped out of the suitcase, beckoning Jacob to follow. "Come on," Newt said from inside the case.

Jacob sighed and walked to the case, slowly walking inside it. He felt embarrassed for walking down a suitcase because it just did not make sense to him. His waist ended up being too big for the case, so he tried to shimmy his way into it.

"For the love of - " he grunted and fell through, colliding with various objects, instruments, and bottles.

"You all right, Mr. Kowalski?" Newt questioned as he helped Jacob up. "Will you sit down?"

Jacob dropped down onto a crate hand labeled MOONCALF PELLETS.

He was inside a small wooden shed that contained a camp bed, tropical-gear, and various tools hung up on the walls. There were wooden cupboards containing rope, nets, and collecting jars, along with very old typewriter, a pile of manuscripts, and a medieval bestiary on a desk. There were plants on shelves and different types of medicine, and maps, drawings, and moving photos of creatures on the walls.

"Good. Now, let's get a look at you." Newt examined Jacob's neck injury. "That's definitely the Murtlap. You must be particularly susceptible. See, you're a Muggle, so our physiologies are subtly different."

Newt busied himself at his workstation, using plants and the contents of various bottles to create a poultice, which he rapidly applied to Jacob's neck.

Jacob winced. "Ow..."

Neeki leaned in and sniffed Jacob. "Better."

"Ah - yes, Neeki. Your nose is as keen as ever. Mr. Kowalski's pain will lessen quickly," Newt commented to Neeki. "Now stay still," he commanded Jacob. "Now that should stop the sweating." He handed Jacob some pills. "And one of those should sort the twitch.

Jacob suspiciously looked at the pills in his hand. Finally, he swallowed them.

Newt removed his waistcoat, undid his bow tie, and lowered his braces. He picked up a meat cleaver and hacked chunks of meat off a large carcass. Before he could toss them into a bucket, Neeki approached him slowly, eyeing the raw meat.

Newt immediately looked at the meat and her. "Neeki, no."

He rarely used eye contact with her, let alone other creatures. Whenever he did, she understood that it was a serious matter. He had been educating her on how humans behaved, but it was still hard for her to adapt to it. Neeki growled as she reached forward for the raw meat.

"Neeki."

She froze and looked at him before backing away and running out of the shed.

"Sorry about that. She does that a lot," Newt said. He tossed the raw meat into a bucket. "Take that."

Jacob looked disgusted, but Newt didn't notice. His attention was focused on a spiny cocoon, which he slowly began to squeeze. As he did so, the cocoon emitted a luminous venom, which he collected into a glass vial.

"What you got there?" Jacob asked.

"Well, this - the locals call Swooping Evil - not the friendliest of names. It's quite an agile fellow." Newt flicked the cocoon, which unraveled, dangling elegantly from his finger. "I've been studying him. And I am pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know."

Suddenly, Newt threw the Swooping Evil toward Jacob. The creature burst out from its cocoon - a batlike silky, colorful creature - and howled in Jacob's face before Newt recalled it. Jacob recoiled dramatically, but it was Newt's idea of a little joke.

Newt smiled. "Probably shouldn't let him loose in here, though." Newt opened the door of his shed and walked through. "Come on," Newt said.

Jacob followed him.