I slowly slid out the cart with the others. The slow and packed Dragonite noticed and bid us farewell, as he dragged the now-lighter cart towards... somewhere else. Not really interested in their business, I decided to follow my battered team to the way back to Arnold's Guild. They recovered more or less from their injuries; Celes and Kamina seemed alright, although Spruce was still discoloured and I had lasting claw marks on my face. If I found Davis, I'd be getting him to smelt some metal into my wounds-

"Oh for Arceus' sake." I hissed. Davis was... well, unaccounted for. I counted my current options: [i]I could always leave. Start drifting around the world, since I don't really have a purpose... or, I could believe he's still alive. Faith seems to be fuel these days.[/i] "Meh." I just shrugged to myself and let the matter sink to the bottom of my mind. If anything, I always knew Davis for his amazing survival skills. Did you know if you got a Giggle Counter near him that it would start sending sparks? That's how happy he was. And happiness was the best medicine-

No. I was crazy for a moment. Realising what would happen, I stuck to the latter option of faith. ([i]Hey. I could always try.[/i])

Swinging bags... limping badges... "Oh for goodness sake." I abruptly broke our silence, as if we just survived an apocalypse. "How the Hell did we forget our badges could teleport us?" I complained, cut off by Arnold's imitation of a firearm. Initially, I dismissed it as Arnold's usual mental abilities, until I decided to liven up our situation... after all, I already seemed pretty damn merciless to my teammates. Which Kamina would point out (unwittingly) later on. "That's a knife, mate!" I raised my hands up, using a high voice as I stared at him. In sarcasm. You know, sarcasm. Sarcasm, sarcasm... I got repetitive. I'm sure that would possibly provoke a few memories out of Davis, though. As I floated away, I kept facing him, managing to even avoid several Pokemon in the way and bumping through our wooden door.

"Okay. Today was horrible. That's all we need to reflect on." I said, entering our room as the sun began fading from our room. "Although, we made interesting developments. For example, we fruitlessly tried to defend a crystal from 'Dementia' (Desia, but I think the pun works). And according to the words of Greg, we're all doomed now."

"Oh. Did we get paid for our efforts? Does anyone care about Spruce's current condition, let alone our saviour?" I asked, being admittedly cynical. "...and Kamina, don't push it. Your jolly attitude isn't welcome for the time being, because we just nearly - you know - DIED today. I think a bit of peace is what we require, y'know."