As they entered the chamber, the team was amazed by what they found. Inside the chamber was what appeared to be a large space craft. The rusted and corroded exterior hinted that the craft might be older than the temple itself.

"Is that....", began Katt, unable to finish her question.

"Team" responded Falco "Looks like we might learn more about the aliens after all."

Spotting a door that had all but corroded away, the team entered the ship.

Unlike the corroded metal exterior, the inside was more organic, like a hybrid plant/animal. Blood vessels could be seen running along the ship's halls' membranes. Light was emitted from various points along the ceiling, walls, and floor, illuminating the passageways. Indecipherable markings were found in various points along the walls, no doubt to make travel, maintenance, and other operations inside the ship easier.

"I guess that's it for today" Falco said, trying to decide the next course of action "Let's finish today's report and check up on Foxy. This ship appears to be in great shape, so there's no telling if its security systems are still operational or not."

Foxy. The sacrifice that outlived everyone and everything he knew. Falco wouldn't admit it, but he was starting to care about him. Lost and alone, Falco knew all too well how he felt. And he knew the girls were beginning to like the fox too. Having known her for a pretty long time, Falco knew that she found "Foxy" cute. And Krystal was beginning to develop feelings for him too. She didn't know what it was that she found so charming. Maybe it was his frail, yet handsome, body. Maybe it was because she found him pretty exotic. Or maybe it was because he was like a lost kit, alone in a world he didn't understand, full of people he couldn't understand, and teeming with foreign technologies and concepts that would scare him with their complexities. Whatever it was, she didn't like the idea of never being able to see him again. None of them did. To their colleagues, he was nothing more than just another artifact to probe and study. To the team, he was much more. He was a person with hopes and dreams, desires and fears, joy and pain. He was a square peg in a round hole, lost and confused, a victim of circumstances nobody could truly comprehend, easily exploited by either an ignorance-inducing closed-mindedness or child-like naivety.  Most importantly, he was Falco's greatest discovery and Falco didn't like the idea of being a nobody, nothing more than a footnote, unknown and unappreciated by anyone and everyone outside his circle of friends. With a fierce sense of duty and determination, Falco knew what to do.

"Forget the report" he commanded "Archeology has become an increasingly competitive field over the years and I'll be damned if I let our discovery get exploited while we get nothing. Forget the temple. Let the other teams worry about the ship. I don't care how many laws we have to break. We've got a fox to save."

The team nodded and followed Falco as he began to leave the temple.

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Meanwhile, the fox was woken from his sleep by an explosion. Within minutes, four armed thieves burst in the room and began stealing whatever they could grab. As soon as the thieves left, the fox left the room, eager to get out of the building and possibly find a place that didn't seem so strange, so foreign, so unknown to him.

Upon making it outside, the fox started roaming, unsure as to where to go. Feeling nighttime's nip, the fox pulled the hood tighter against his head until it almost blocked his vision before wrapping his arms around his torso.

An hour later, he made it to town. Since it was almost three in the morning, the streets were eerily vacant. Illuminated only by the streetlamps, the town seemed haunted, as if the deepest, darkest fears to ever haunt the living or the dead hid in the darkness, waiting to strike whenever their victims lowered their guards.

Unable to take it anymore, the fox fled the town into the welcoming desert. Hungry, he feared he might die soon. But as soon as he was about to drop to the ground and wait for the hot desert sun to take his life, headlights approached him. Looking up, he saw the team rush out of the vehicle to greet him.

Scared, he tried to run, but was stopped when Krystal grabbed him, hugging him tightly.

"When we heard about the attack, we were so scared something might have happened to you", she said, her tears absorbing into his robe.

"What do you want? Why won't you guys leave me alone?" the fox spoke, still unable to understand their language.

"And a squah to you too, Foxy", Falco told him.

Before the fox could get away, Falco grabbed him and shoved him in the backseat. Krystal and Katt got in after him, sitting by the doors so that he couldn't escape. After buckling him in, they drove to Krystal's house, her house being the only one nobody outside the team knew about.

An hour later, the vehicle stopped outside her house. The girls took him inside as Falco drove the vehicle back to the museum, changing his appearance and taking the bus home afterward so as to make sure nobody knew about the fox's new address.

In the house, Katt fell asleep in Krystal's spare bed while Krystal was getting the fox ready for bed. After removing his robe and loin cloth, Krystal was shocked to discover that he had no underwear on. The Ancients were clearly more advanced  than she realized. Putting his loin cloth back on, Krystal locked the door and forced him in bed before hanging the robe in her closet and crawling in bed with him.

She giggled as he blushed, his face almost becoming a solid red. Telepathy telling her that he was too scared to pose any threat to her, she wrapped her arm around him before turning off the light and falling asleep.

Falco crawled in bed with Katt while Bill stayed downstairs, looking out the front door's peephole for any signs of the thieves, officials, or authorities. He knew that after the night's events, they'd be wanted, facing the possibility of years in prison if caught and convicted.

And the fox. Bill shuddered at the thought of what would happen to the poor guy. The thieves would probably hold him for ransom or sell him back the the officials. And the officials. To them, he was just an artifact. His life would be nothing but test after test, They'd teach him Cornerian so that they could grill him about what life was like back then. When he wasn't being poked and prodded, they'd lock him in a holding cell, alone in a world that viewed him as nothing more than a curiosity.

Bill knew what that was like and could not let that happen. He would help the fox, hide him from those who don't have his best interest in heart, and show him today's womens' clothing, knowing that the fox was probably accustomed to dressing up like a priestess.