Suddenly, I found myself in a familiar room. We were back in Arnold's Guild, but it didn't feel the same... nothing did.

"Alright. Go... go get the nurse. I'll wait for you in our room."

The corridor seemed longer as usual, with Pokemon glancing at me in disgust as they closed their doors or mumbled to themselves. What did I do in three days? Get a horrible scar, start growing a red and black, clawed hand, a concussion, and now an emotional breakdown. As I settled in the air in our room, I slammed the door and began feeling water run down my face.

It was tears. A whole load of pain and nothing to gain from it. I continuously tried wiping my face away of the tears, but it wouldn't work when using magnets. Instead, I was calmed using my hand, reaching up from underneath and properly drying my face. I sniffed and snorted, laying on some blankets as I continued letting out a stream down my eye. I didn't what to do now - continue onwards with my friends? Try to get revenge on Desia and Davis? What could I do? I had no further purpose being a clone, really. I slid down onto my back, hearing laughter erupt from a room beside ours. I kept rubbing my face and eye with my hand, so damn... emotional. I didn't know what to do.

As Spruce came in to our room, I rolled the blanket on myself. I was cold and defeated. I couldn't sleep that night. I didn't exactly want another one of those cliche nightmares.