After careful consideration, Tim placed a phone call to Richard's grandfather.
His grandfather, head professor of history and evolution at Oxford, listened stoically to the tale, including the incident that had left his grandson behaving strangely.
Roderick Winchester advised that Tim pack up the expedition and return to Oxford. "We will still have all the artifacts," the older man reasoned. "My impulsive grandson may not have a research project with that so-called jungle man, but I would much rather he set his mind to more traditional research pursuits."
After the phone call, Tim instructed the remaining staff to pack all the excavated items into crates. At one point, a guard approached him and informed him that a message from a local official had suggested a suitable payment for the return of their jungle man.
At least Tim got the satisfaction of turning down the offer, unaware that his best friend was now trapped in the jungle man's beastly form. "I'm afraid he will have to fish for bribes elsewhere," Tim said. "We're going home, so they can keep their jungle man."
As Tim supervised the preparations, he also had to keep almost a constant watch over Richard, who kept peeling off clothing and dashing around the compound in his boxers or nothing at all.
Remembering the pills the doctor at the clinic had provided him, Tim slipped a couple into a glass of water. He then had to hold Richard's wrists to force him to stay in one place long enough for him to swallow the water. After the pills took effect, his friend's excess energy evaporated and he became more docile and languid in his behavior.
Within 24 hours, Tim had everything loaded onto a waiting cargo plane at the airport. The crew made room for Tim, Richard and two other expedition members in the large cockpit for the flight back to Oxford.