Vincent whimpers again, trying to find where he could go. _These people, they hate my kind. The things thair saying it's just... Well Arisis Damn, I'd better get on walking._ he decided to walk beside the pirate girl, though he didn't quite trust her as he did before. She was of course walking beside the princesses type which worried him as well.

As he walked he thought about how in the last few days he'd likely traveled more then ever before in his life! Before he'd lived in a graveyard, visited only by ghost pokemon and psychics. He unconsciously nussled against the pirate girl, he was happy to be traveling. He really was glad about the collar, as a pokemon he could do things like this... He was never good as a human, and these morph hunters... He whimpered a bit.