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He never had trouble sleeping. Curled up at the foot of Crystal's bed the large Bayleef's breathing rose and fell at a constant rate. He was relaxed and expected no trouble within the Pokécenter, but was always prepared for it. Should his Master stir he would be up at a moment's notice, prepared to watch her until she settled or to move away should the scent from his leaves be riling her in her sleep. However, this sound was different, quieter. At first he almost slipped back into slumber, assuming the almost chirp of a sound came from a Pidgey stirring outside the window or Ampi and one of his strange dreams. When the sound came again t

It wasn't a position she ever expected to be in, to suddenly have her experience of the world forced into a one-eighty. Looking around the darkened lake it was difficult for her to determine whether or not the change was for the better. So far she knew it wasn't a pleasant change, little things now made her senses ache and stomach twist. At one point she had thought that she was the observant type; hearing the small sounds others ignored, able to tell when expensive cheese was being cooked just by the scent in the air. Alisa wondered if that was what disturbed her the most about her new way of life, the talents she once prided herself on were