I slept that night like Jigglypuff had passed by and sang her song.

In other words, it was a good night’s rest.

After we arrived, Chelsea and I waited inside the police station until one of the officers had gotten a call from Hylla.

I was biting my nails in the meantime, but when the news broke my heart finally eased up.

Turns out, Hylla's plan went like she expected and neither she nor her Pokémon had been wounded. She was staying in Sandgem town where she was wrapping up things with the international police who had come to investigate and interrogate the captured members.

They had managed to capture at least 5 of the attackers, apparently there were more of them than the security cameras showed because two Team Rocket members died during the assault, which made me reconsider my place in the universe.

Apparently people do die, it was not like I expected people to live forever but still, most summoned heroes never had to deal with actual death, which kinda sucks for me.

The hospital was destroyed during the battle, or so the reports said. Multiple explosions and fire-based attacks had torn the building apart, the final blow to the building was being dealt by a Rhyhorn who crashed through a wall and made the building collapse on itself, which didn't surprise me considering Luxray had made a hole in the building prior to the battle.

Hylla told us to stay at the police station for the night while she would talk stuff over with the police, she promised to pick us up next morning and hung up.

The police offered us a few blankets and empty cells (all cells were empty, Twinleaf town has a very low crime rate) but Charizard proved to be a problem as she couldn't be left alone without her becoming agitated.

We didn't have her Pokéball with us so I sacrificed myself to babysit the dragon, which turned out to be the best choice since coming to this world.

We managed to move Charizard to one of the empty storage rooms, Ralts and I made ourselves comfortable.

The room was small and had some paperwork stored on metal shelves that were collecting dust, a small window that was enforced with metal wiring and a lightbulb hanging from a thread.

Charizard curled around us and at that moment, I no longer needed petty things like blankets and pillows, warm dragon skin was surprisingly comfortable to sleep on.

Maybe it was just me having a bad day but the moment I closed my eyes I crashed.

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"You must do it," a voice said.

I had no idea what I had to do, what was going on? I had fallen asleep and now I was standing in a black void that stretched as far as I could see, I wasn't standing on something solid yet I was not falling.

It suddenly struck me, I was in a dream sequence.

The real question was if I would remember this or forget it once I wake up...wait, why does it feel like this has happened before?

I frowned and a dream that was like a distant memory began to form, it was vague and nothing more than just a feeling of Déjà vu.

Shit, if I forget this again I would lose all the information I gained in the dream sequences. Maybe a Pokémon with Dream Eater would be able to help?

"Your dream must come true," the mysterious voice spoke again and it sounded vaguely familiar. Had I heard it before, I couldn't recall it, maybe in a previous dream?

"Because if you can not," the voice said with a tone of finality, "we all pay the price."

And a blinding pain overtook me.

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I woke up screaming, my hand flared with pain and my eyes shot open.

Just as quickly as the pain had come it faded away, I took a look around, still feeling a bit dazed.

After 2 seconds of sheer confusion, everything that happened the night before came back. I took a look around.

Charizard shifted underneath me, her entire body had curled around me and somehow during the night Ralts had fallen from her back. The tail had wrapped around my arm, like a snake.

I immediately understood what happened, Charizard gave me a guilty look but I gave her a smile.

"Don't worry, it was my fault."

Apparently I grasped Charizard's tail in my sleep, which if you don't know, is on fire permanently.

"Ralts." Ralts greeted her as she got up, I translated it to good morning.

"Goodmorning," I greeted her back and pulled her in for a hug because why not?

Something bothered me though, it felt like I was missing something important, something I was supposed to remember.

I went over everything but couldn't recall anything, weird.

Still, it bugged me.

I took out my Pokédex and checked the time.

10:30, wow I slept long, not too weird considering the shit I went through.

I considered going out of the storage room to check up on the situation but...snuggling against Charizard was too relaxing.

I decided to keep relaxing and tried to organize my thoughts. I'm a lazy person after all.

After 20 minutes the door of the storage room opened and two purple haired girls walked in, not even bothering to knock.

"Well, don't you three have it cozy together?" Hylla smirked.

Charizard greeted her trainer and got up, I got to my feet too as Charizard walked over to Hylla. She petted her dragon. "Thank you for keeping them safe.”

A Pokéball appeared in her hand and Charizard gave me a roar as goodbye and then disappeared in a red flash.

"Well, it seems you slept well," Chelsea said grudgingly. "Sleeping in a cell was not nearly as cool as I thought it would be."

Why would sleeping in a cell be cool anyway?

"So how were things going in Sandgem town?" I asked Hylla, cutting to the case.

"Well about that," Hylla grinned mercilessly. "You have a visitor."

I sighed. "It's Looker isn't it?"

They both nodded.

Great.

"I kinda need to bring Ralts to a Pokécenter." I offered meekly my excuse.

"Ralts," Ralts agreed.

"If you want, Chelsea can bring her to the Pokécenter. You know where it is right?" Hylla offered.

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"No problem," Chelsea said. "I can totally do that without trouble."

Twinleaf town has a Pokécenter, that's new. I guess it makes sense but still, another deviation from what I knew.

I was about to say no but reconsidered it, if I really had to talk to Looker I kind of didn't want Ralts around. She didn't mean it but she would be distracting me.

"If that's okay with you?" I asked Ralts.

She frowned and gave me a questioning look, I think she was quickly checking my emotions before answering.

She finally nodded and walked over to Chelsea, she turned around when she reached her and gave me a stern look and told me with a lot of conviction, "Ralts.!"

I blinked. "How much trouble can I get while having a conversation?"

"A lot," Hylla answered helpfully.

I sighed. "Let's get this over with." I turned to Ralts. "And you behave."

Ralts rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at me.

I followed Hylla through the police station, she seemed familiar with the layout of the building because she didn't even stop once to look for directions.

We passed by a few cops who beside giving a quick "good morning" didn't bother us, after a few turns we stopped in front of a closed door.

Hylla opened it and led me inside.

"Here's Patient Mischief." Hylla announced my presence to the agent sitting in one of the metal chairs.

The room was your typical interrogation room, boring gray clad walls with one of the walls having a mirror that was totally not see-through from the other side. There was a metal table and metal chairs placed on both sides.

Agent Looker was still eating a sandwich and held a mug of coffee in his hand.

He still wore the same Sherlock coat he wore last time and hadn't really changed much from last time I had seen him except for the tired red eyes that showed a lack of sleep.

"Sup?" I greeted him, "Also, Patient Mischief?"

Hylla shrugged. "It has a nice ring to it."

Looker gave me a look that told me he had no idea what I just said, guess sleep deprivation was hitting him hard.

"What's up?" I explained.

Looker gave me a long look before nodding and saying; "Good to see you again Dust, though the circumstances are less than pleasant."

I wanted to say that it wasn't that bad, then I realized that the hospital was burned to the ground and 2 people had died.

"Yes." I answered neutrally, Looker offered me a chair and I sat down.

"Okay, you two go have your talk, want something for breakfast Dust?" Hylla asked.

"Something light on the stomach," I answered, "also, bring me some tea please."

Hylla nodded and left, leaving us to our own business. She closed the door behind her for privacy.

"I told you to stay hidden and wait until the situation blows over," Looker said accusingly. He kept his voice low and leaned forward, as if he was sharing a secret.

"They found me." I shot back, "I mostly ran away and tried to avoid contact."

Looker gave me a skeptical look and pulled something out of his pocket and put it on the table.

A knife, my pocket knife.

"We found your knife," he empathized with the ‘your’ part. "In a Team Rocket grunt's back."

"He cornered me in that alley!" I protested.

He gave me another long look before sighing and taking another sip of his coffee.

"Okay, I believe you." He finally concluded, his posture relaxed a little. He leaned back. "I thought maybe you were out to seek revenge but it seems like you were just being stupid."

"Wait, how was I stupid?"

"When a guy in town gets attacked by someone associated with Team Rocket, you don't go out in town like an idiot."

"Wait, when was someon-'' I suddenly realized he was talking about the guy Chelsea and I had found in the alley. "Nevermind, wait he was attacked by Team Rocket?"

"Yes." Looker said. "You didn't know that?"

"I was told not to worry about it," I replied. "Why was he attacked anyway?"

Looker shrugged, uncaring. "Nothing special, apparently Team Rocket was looking for you and this guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

And Hylla told me not to worry about it, what the fuck?

"Huh," I tried to process what just happened. "Well, I guess that's a mystery solved. So am I being charged for the fight in the alley?"

Looker shook his head, "No, I just wanted to know if the Team Rocket assassin said something, maybe he gave some clues. You are of course the victim in this."

I let out a sigh of relief, at least there was no trouble with the authorities. "So the guy I fought is still alive?"

"He'll live," Looker replied and took a bite from his sandwich. "Though he won't win a beauty contest anytime soon."

"Because he is in prison?" I tried to follow his train of thought.

Looker gave me a weird look that was a combination of disturbed and humorous.

"Because his face is scratched open and he is missing his left eye."

Go Umbreon, glad I wasn't the one she unleashed her powers on.

"You know something about that?" Looker asked curiously.

"Nope," I lied.

"Well, the culprits are still miss-"

His phone rang and he stopped talking. He fished his Rotom Phone thingy out of his pocket and made a few swipes before putting it to his ear.

I waited patiently.

"This is Agent Looker from the International Police, Whom am I speaking with?"

I didn't hear what the person on the other side of the conversation said, though Looker recognized the name apparently.

"What's wrong?" Looker asked, he was frowning and he sounded worried.

"WHAT!" Looker suddenly yelled, almost making me jump. "Who the fuck was in charge of securing the convicts?"

I never heard him curse before so it was kinda impressive to see him do it, though I was more worried about what was going on.

"I'm coming over as soon as I'm finished. I'm now talking to the kid of the attack, turn up the security to level red until I arrive."

He didn't wait for a reply, he hung up and put his phone away.

He took the mug from the table and slammed it over like it was alcohol or something. In a few big gulps it was all gone.

He blinked after that and sat down on the chair again.

"What was that about?" I asked curiously.

"That's classified information," Looker answered automatically, he grimaced. "Though," he went on, "you do deserve to know."

"Know what?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

He gave me a serious look. "Why do you think Team Rocket attacked the hospital?"

"Revenge because I sabotaged them?" I guessed.

Looker considered it. "Yes but that's not the entire reason. Sure Team Rocket is a prideful organization but they wouldn't throw around resources like that for petty revenge. They had a second goal."

"Which is?" I urged him to go on.

"They got orders from the homefront to make a big show of it. To show Sinnoh their might. They don't hold the same reputation here as they do in Johto and Kanto so they went all out, trying to strike fear."

“Huh, so just regular terrorism?" I asked. "To get a better reputation?"

He nodded, then let out a pained chuckle. "It's a bit crazy, you know. You show up and reveal the presence of Team Rocket in Sinnoh and around a week later your presence allows us to take down their entire operation here and figure out their motives and goals."

"Their goals?" I asked.

Looker nodded. "We got our hands on their stuff, interrogated some of them and broke into their personal pcs. We discovered why Team Rocket was trying to build an operation here."

"And that is?" I was getting a bit tired of all the dramatics.

"To investigate something code named Galactic." Looker replied matter of factly.

Hold your horses, Team Galactic? The main bad guy of the Diamond, Pearl and Platinum games? The people who want to commit mass genocide to create a new world?

They exist!? Does this mean I'm in the game universe? No, they also exist in the anime.

I needed more information.

"Galactic?" I asked innocently. "What's that supposed to be?"

Looker shrugged. "We don't know, we just heard about it too, we suspect it's a rival gang or something." He narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t know anything about Galactic, right?”

"Nope, don’t the Team Rocket guys know anything?" I asked.

He nodded. "One does, the leader of the operation, he is the only one who knows stuff. The others are in the dark about it."

I nodded understandably. It's not uncommon for organizations to work like that, keep their lower ranked members in the dark in case they are captured.

"Well, interrogate the guy in the know," I said. "If he knows more than the rest he is your man."

Looker gave me a pained look. "He is willing to talk, in exchange for amnesty."

I blinked. "He is? He wants to go free in exchange for information?"

The International Police agent gave me a nod. "Yes, we've been negotiating all night."

My eyes widened, if he were to go free I might be in even more trouble.

"You can't do that right!?" I asked.

Looker frowned. "It's not my choice either but that doesn't matter anymore."

"They decided?"

He shook his head, "The phone call I just got made it clear that the guy won't talk."

"Did the negotiations fail?" I asked.

He gave me a tired sigh. It was one of many, but this one sounded deeper, more desperate.

"No, but the Team Rocket member who knows about Galactic? He was found dead in his cell this morning."