[He wants to help the children scramble out of the garbage bin, as sluggish as they are after their adventure, but the Professor knows that touching them will only startle them. It would be a shame if this was the last he ever sees of these astounding little creatures, that this may be his last opportunity to know their secret world beneath the streets. But he can't keep them here. They're tired and it's wet and cold, and he wants to do everything he must to help them, to ease their obvious struggles, and to learn everything he can.

Maybe another day, perhaps. For now, he can only take it slowly, patiently, and honestly. As they pile out of the dumpster, he stands and holds open the lid.]

We're on our way. I'm sure your family will be worried.

[Once they're out, the taller of the two protectively hugging the sack of pastries tight to his chest, he offers them the coat again, holding it open for them to come inside.]

But I'm sure they will be very excited when you deliver your treats.