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It's been two days since the Muppets returned to their home, but the weary vibe remained between the gang. The night had hit the gang the hardest as some of them doubled up in the other's bedroom. Sleep became a love-hate relationship between them.
Kermit sat outside on the swing, looking out into the street and the occasional car driving by. A few of the drivers stopped by to give them gifts as if one of the members had died. He didn't want to think about that, not when that was the possibility that almost happened. He knew that Constantine wasn't too keen on realizing that Walter, Fozzie, and Animal had realized the frightening truth. After that, he started to wish Animal was able to communicate like the rest of them--okay, most of them.
His spiraling thoughts came to a halt when he recognized a car pulling into the driveway. He waited for the driver to step out of the car only to discover it was Gary and Mary.
"Hey, guys, I wasn't expecting company." Kermit said, honestly.
"I know," Gary responded, walking closer to the frog. "I need to see him. I need to see my brother; I need to see him alive."
Mary and Kermit embraced in a quick hug. She rubbed Kermit's back, comforting him.
"I'm so sorry all of that happened, Kermit," Mary sympathized. "How're you holding up?"
Kermit shrugged. "We're all alive, and that's more than what I can ask for."
Gary looked around the yard before the three friends walked into the house, Kermit locking it near instantly.
Kermit led his two human friends upstairs where they heard Walter comfort Fozzie Bear. He knocked on the door and waited for them to give him the okay to open the door before doing so.
"Walter, you have some visitors." Kermit called out to the new gang member.
Walter stared at his brother before rushing to hug his brother who hugged him with no intent on letting go.
"Thank God, you're okay." Gary breathed out like it was his first breath since letting his brother go out on his own.
Walter squeezed closer to his brother. "I'm okay," he looked over to Mary. "Hi, Mary, how are you?"
Mary let a smile shine through. "I'm okay, honey."
**
Kermit was walking downstairs when he realized a bedroom had the light on still. He didn't mind it, though, considering the circumstances of the tour. But the curiosity got the best of him as he walked in to see Miss Piggy looking through some newspaper articles with reviews from it all. He sat down at the edge of her bed and remained silent for a few moments.
It was Piggy who broke the silence. "It was all fake, the reviews. It makes you wonder if you're any good at all."
Kermit looked over to her. "If they didn't love you, they must be either blind or deaf."
Piggy looked over at the frog and smiled softly. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Because you aren't." The Frog stated before moving to sit next to her.
Piggy looked down. "I'm sorry for not noticing..."
Kermit looked at her once again. "Piggy--"
"Let me finish, please," the diva plead. "I should've known. I just got so caught up in what he was offering. He acted like you do when you're loving."
Kermit listened to her explanation and let out a sigh. "I know I never say this to you, but I do love you more than anything--well, you and Robin are at the top."
Piggy looked back at the frog, "Then why are you ashamed by it?"
"I'm not. I just don't know how to communicate that sort of thing."
The diva looked at her hands. "What do we do now?"
Kermit took a minute to think of a response. "I don't know, but there's one thing I do know. I lost you twice now, and I can't do that again." He pulled her face closer to him until their foreheads touched.
"Why did it have to take moi nearly dying before you say that you love me?" Piggy asked.
"I don't know," he looked over at her alarm clock. "Get some sleep, Piggy. We'll talk tomorrow."
Piggy nodded and laid her head down on the pillow. She grasped onto the frog's hand. "Stay, please?"
Kermit nodded and went to shut her bedroom door before crawling into the bed next to her. He pulled her closer as she laid her head on his chest, and he started caressing her hair until she fell into a slumber. Looking down at her, he took a deep breath and watched over her. Despite the fact that she knew how to survive, she still needed someone like everyone else.
Besides, who needed sleep anyway?