[i]Keep close eye[/i]

I was suddenly paranoid. "Oh... yes, greetings." As soon as I figured that anagram out, I felt as if everything was watching me. From a statue, to an occasional glance of a Pokemon, to even my own team members. It wasn't easy going around if you could see your own reflection in windows, which were placed in a typical orderly fashion in Arnold's guild. Or the Pokes floating around you, constantly staring at you... I would've started screaming had the lobby been more packed with Pokemon.

Even then, I was seemingly flickering arcs of electricity more often than usual. To myself at least, because I didn't know if the frequency had increased or not. I wished Davis never left, or never got those damned morse code messages... "Well, to you all of course. Celes, Spruce's... step... cousin... thrice removed... godbrother... something Anthony. The rest of you I'd greet, had I paid more attention to your names in the cave."

Perhaps I was overreacting. This wasn't common, but it was certainly alarming enough to petrify me. Sure, I had difficulty comprehending who took my hat for a week... or, why a favourite Sitrus berry of mine was removed from its rightful place. (I can guarantee it wasn't going to rot if encased in ice, but that would be assuming ice never melts. I personally blame the sun for this.)