Newt doesn't fall asleep so much as he lets his eyes rest. He does this often, usually in his case, sitting up at his work bench, preparing a potion or reading up on the mating habits of Fwoopers. Typically, he has a mug of tea next to him, one he has to constantly reheat with his wand as he tends to forget about it while it cools. Always, he tells himself he won't let it happen again.

In fairness to him now, he is properly exhausted from all the fighting. The giant Hatchimal is proving quite the foe, and frankly, it's taken more out of him than he expected just to be able to hold it off, let alone slow it down.

He's on the verge of sleep when he hears Melanie shriek. He doesn't make out her words. Instead, alarmed, he bolts from his seat, rushing into the kitchen, wand out at the ready.

"Melanie?" He calls out in concern, glancing around for any sign of danger. "What's going on? What's happened?"