Jeff, Pavel, and Katja sit on the rooftop. Jeff claps his fins together excitedly, looking down at a very worried, very silent Pavel. He looks up at the plesiosaur, then returns to looking forward, unsure of what to do. Katja whines at his side, still tied up. This is a rather pathetic sight.

Jeff takes notice of Pavel's discomfort. He raises a fin to his chin, thinking. Then, he clearly gets an idea.

He leans over the railing, craning his neck far down below. Far enough to reach Pavel's room, where his backpack rests on his bed. Jeff sticks his muzzle into the open top, rustling around, trying to find something...