Alessa walked with Jake when he got off the phone. She noticed that the pups were sucked into the TV. As they were spoken to, the pups looked to Jake. They all looked confused and concerned. "They're too little." said Cynthia, shaking her head, "Cybil was too little when she was born. But she was older than Aunt Maria's pups." Cybil looked to her sister, then to Jake. "They're premature like I was, aren't they?" she asked quietly, "Are they going to make it?" Vincent pushed up his glasses as he flicked his tail. "I hope so..." he murmured, "They'll have to fight." "They're our cousins, aren't they?" asked Cybil, trying not to show that she was frightened, "If they're half as tough as I am, they'll be fine!" "You have a point." mused Vincent, "They'll survive." Cynthia played with one of her hair ribbons, letting half of her hair come undone. It was a nervous habit of her's. "When can we see them?" she asked.