Gidget was currently at the clinic.

Everything had been going accordingly to how it should've been. However, the moment she and her owners had left the airport and were on their way home, Gidget started feeling a little sick in her stomach. Noticing this, her owners instead headed for the animal clinic, where she was currently at right now.

"I hope Max and the others are okay," Gidget mumbled to herself. She was alone on a table in a white room while her owners talked with the vet outside the door. The Pomeranian noted that it was very late at night. No doubt, everyone was wondering where she was.

Just then, the door opened as Gidget's owners rushed over to her. Bright smiles on their faces, they petted her fur lovingly while the vet stood by and watched, a smile on her face as well. "What, what is it?" Gidget asked, wondering what was going on...