Still caught up in his scrap with the tyrogue, Xeno had failed to notice the as the nearby fight began to come to a close. The tyrogue however, who had been facing towards Anthony, Martin, and Josh as the final blows were struck, managed to see the fight was lost and after lazily countering a scratch attack gave a grunt of frustration and fled. Xeno didn't give chase, confused by his opponent's sudden departure which took the edge off his shock from being teleported once again. 

They were back in that dwelling again, far from the place they had trekked to and apparently safe. "This feels like a dream," was all the sableye managed to mutter, watching as the pokemon he associated with talked among themselves and with others. He was distant enough that nobody would have heard him, and he felt somewhat apart from it all as the pokemon they'd gone to hunt down was taken away. Matt awoke from his slumber in a convenient fashion, and again took up the job of hauling about Josh while the two shared a few short words then went off to another room in the dwelling. Unsure what else to do, Xeno followed, and not knowing really what to do with himself crawled into the darkest corner he could find and lay down- crystal eyes unblinking as his thought reeled.