Penalopy turned to Niccia and thought about it. "You know... I have no idea~" She giggled softly. "The last time we saw each other... it was a sunny day, in a meadow. Lovely flowers. Yellow and purple. We sang and we danced~" She hummed a gentle melody as she danced on the grass. "But that was... I don't know, could be last week, could be last year~" She giggled again. "Who keeps track of time, right? Except for humans, they seem fascinated by it! They hang time on their walls and everything!" She floated up to face Michael. "You have to tell me what your fascination with time is!"
[i]"In short,"[/i] James said to Niccia when it was clear Penalopy had gotten sidetracked again, [i]"we do not know where miss Anylia went to, she didn't say."[/i]

Michael blinked at the question. "Erm... we... erm..." he sighed, scratching the back of his head as he thought about how to answer that question. His uncle would probably be able to come up with an answer on the spot. Penalopy staring at him didn't help to find an answer to the question either. "Maybe you should ask my uncle..." he said.
"And who is that?"
"He's on his way, he'll be here soon."
Penalopy nodded. "I will wait for the uncle then," she said.

Benny nodded. [i]"That is good."[/i] He glanced at Michael. [i]"Michael has been taken by him before. Do you reckon he is at risk of being a target again because he managed to slip away from Darkrai twice?"[/i] If this had become a matter of pride for Darkrai, it would be a problem.

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"Gavin still isn't really talkative," Andy said. "But he's a good guy. I like hanging out with him." He checked his phone again; Michael hadn't sent anything new after his last text, but he knew his nephew wouldn't send a text like that without good reason. 
He turned into the street that led to the Pokémon Center, the long road gave a good view of the building ahead of them. He didn't see any familiar Pokémon yet, but it was possible they were either inside or on that field behind the center.