Suddenly Atem and Taube rushed into the Med Den, a worried expression plastered against the faces of both chicks. "A-Aunt Ruhe? She's dead, isn't she?" Taube said, scared. "Taube, if only she wasn't. If only she wasn't." Ruhe said, tears forming in her eyes. "She's dead. Just like the rest of out family, killed by a twoleg."