As Quin paced in front of the tent, fretting and worrying, Claude and Claudia managed to catch up.
"There you are, Quin!" Dr Steinberg sighed with relief, "I thought we'd almost lost you to the tent! Umm... where's Patricia?" Quin, with fear in his eyes, pointed a shaky finger into the tent. "No! You're kidding! She wound up in there? Oh well. We can always make more 5's. After all we do still have that fertility idooooowait a minute! She came from the fertility idol herself! And now she's some kind of circus bimbo who's likely going to get knocked up! This is not good! This is so not good!"
"I don't like the thoughts coming out of that tent," Claude protested, "They make me wanna throw up."
"Quincy has to save Pete!" Quin insisted, "Quincy feels even more wrong without Pete here!"
"And on top of that my test subject formed an emotional bond with a 5!" Dr. Steinberg ranted, "Oooohhh today's just gonna be one of those days! What can I do?! Hang on... what can I do?"
"Can't you call in another favor, Miss Teacher?" Quin begged Claudia, "Quincy promises to be a good girl if you do and not run off like that again!"
"Call in a... well I suppose I could call in a couple," Dr. Steinberg realized, "Fuck me! Here I could just get this issue sorted right away, but my scientist ass brain just had to overthink this. Okay... first let's just get you all fixed, Quin. You said you wanted to be a girl? I can have a Solution 63 syringe airdropped here no problem. Solution 63... the sex change serum... God damn it, Claudia, you just had to forget that thing existed."
"What about Pete... Patricia?" Quin asked.
"We'll send in Claude to extract her," the doctor simply nodded.
"No way!" the literal five year old protested, "Number one, you never asked me how I felt about it! Number two, I don't wanna go into the place that's making me want to throw up! Number three, what can I even do?"
"Didn't you say you were psychic?"Dr. Steinberg asked the small boy, "Besides, the tent has no affect on anyone who hasn't hit puberty. Like it or not, you have to be our little hero."
"I'm not gonna," Claude folded his arms defiantly.
"Please, Claude?" Quin begged, "For... for me?" Claude looked into the former girl's eyes, felt guilty, and sighed.
"I'll do it for Quincy," he finally agreed, walking into the tent, "What'd the tent make her into?"
"A doggy girl with eight boobs," Quin explained, "Look for the glow-y blue eyes!" The psychic child nodded, and ventured into the tent, ready to rescue Patricia.