Meanwhile back in the hotel, Brian was busy looking after his now mutated boys. Or at least he tried to, even with most of their humanity back there were still quite a few things they had trouble with, mostly getting used to their new forms in a normal setting.

George's feathers were beginning to shed all over the carpet, so more often than not their manager would be following him around everywhere with a broom and dustpan in hand. Paul (while being the most mature of the three) would be hoarding anything soft and fluffy, such as their pillows or plucking George's feathers for a nest.

John was just an all around troublemaker, he would prod anything nearby with his flippers and would be sniffing around for fish. His formidable tusks were now used for tearing open cans of sardines or ripping packets of salmon open. "Oh my, you know John you can't just smash your face into the food." Brian chuckled, trying to pry the half eaten fish from John's whiskered mouth.

"Why... Not?" He uttered out, it was still a struggle for him to speak (the giant tusks protruding from his upper jaw didn't help matters much either.)

"Well it's messy, and not to mention you'll get salmonella if you keep on eating raw foods. Here, let me help you."

For a walrus man, John was surprisingly light. Good thing too or else Brian's back would have given out in an instant as he placed the rhythm guitarist on a chair. "Now, we eat at the table. Cooked food that is, it'll taste a lot better believe me."

Scooping up the two youngest, their manager got them to sit at the table alongside their big brother. "Alright, now I think it's time you boys had a proper meal. Must have been a long time since you ate, well since John and Paul ate anyways."

The scent of grilled salmon with roast potatoes filled the entire flat, making their mouths water. Once the food had reached the table they got ready to gorge away. "Wait one minute boys!" Before they could tear off a piece of the fish, Brian gave each of them a fork and knife. "You must use your silverware."

Easier said than done, John's flippers made it awkward to hold his fork without using them both, Paul meanwhile kept insisting on using his bladed tail to chop up his food with. George's belly mouth was the most stubborn, constantly trying to stuff his mouth with the entire plateful. 

"No George! You need to take little bites." Brian ordered, watching as the belly maw slowly backed away from the plate. "If you swallowed it all at once you would have choked. You don't want that do you?"

All he got in response was a low chirp and George shaking his head. "Here, I'll help you cut up your fish."

After having eaten so much greasy, lard filled food at the diner, it was a delightful change to have something their manager dad cooked himself. "When do you think Ringo will come back from the hospital?" Paul asked once he finished.

"I don't think he'll be all better in a snap, he needed stitches and would probably remain there for a couple weeks at most. I know I'm worried too, especially with those two hooligans out there."

While John had now gotten over the guilt of hurting his older bandmate, he still felt he needed to do something to make up for all the damage he had done. "We help. We heal."

"It would take nothing short of a miracle to get Ringo out of there early. It's too risky for him to wander about with the stitches still on him, they might tear off if he's not careful. Best we wait until he's fully rested. But in the meantime I'll visit him every day and tell you everything that went on." Brian assured to them, petting John's head to comfort him.

Later on in the day it was time for dinner, this time around the boys seemed more willing to eat at the table. "Look at you three, you're becoming more human all the time."

"We are? But we still look weird.."

"Oh Paul, it doesn't matter how you look. The only thing that matters is who you are inside, and to me you will always be the same doe eyed bassist you were before and will be again."

"Aw, and Magpie will be our baby brother who loves to eat! With a regular mouth that is. And Lenny might be the walrus now, but soon he will be just John.. But what if we're stuck like this forever? What if there is no cure?"

"We don't know that yet, the best we can do now is remain positive of the future. Things have been going well for all of us so far, there's no reason for it all to change so abruptly. Keep your chin up boys, things will get better."

"Well, I guess it can't get much worse."