It had all happened so fast. Or rather, it felt like it did. One moment, they were gorging on food as human beings, the next, they were pigs. Neither Wil nor Beth knew what was going on or how they had lost their humanity, but that didn't matter. They were smart enough to know a bad situation when they saw one, and this was a bad situation.
Wil turned his gaze immediately to the sow he knew was Beth, the girl he loved, still loved, and grunted a short succession of sounds at her. Somehow, she understood what he meant: "We have to get out of here."
In the ensuing chaos of the collection, it was easy to do so. Almost all of the other pigs were in a panic, fighting off their captors, squealing, screeching in protest as they were dragged away. Wil and Beth, towards the rear of the crowd, remained cool and calm (relatively so, they were still freaked out beyond belief that they were no longer human) and quickly and quietly trotted their way away from the crowd, and under the cover of the darkness of midnight, it wasn't so difficult. When they had gotten a good enough distance away from the crowd and away from the watchful gaze of the guards, they broke into a surprisingly quick run and made good their escape.
After they got a good distance away from Circe's gathering, they found shelter in a small cave and crept inside. Their sharp sense of smell told them it was unoccupied and safe. Once inside, the two pigs, exhausted from all their running, lay down to rest.
Beth grunted and squealed, as Wil had before, a succession of different sounds. A pig language that they instinctually know now. She said, "Wil, what happened to us?"
"That witch tricked us, turned us all into pigs," he answered.
"But how?"
"Greek mythology. That's her schtick."
"Greek mythology? Don't be ridiculous, Wil, those stories weren't real."
"Is it any more ridiculous than the fact that we're pigs?"
"I guess you have a point. What are we gonna do now?"