Music blares out from the garage, a mix of electro swing and the fizzling of a welding torch as the inventor does what he does best. Xiahulvatex Zarix'nuh-va'hitl hears a pause in the sounds of the torch and sees an opportunity, closing his eyes and disappearing from the backyard to reappear at the garage door.

He opens his eyes again and is greeted by the sight of a shiny Beheeyem swaying along to the music, humming and admiring his work. He starts to resume it, but notices Xiah.

"Great Arceus, you never say a word, do you?" The Beheeyem turns towards the Xatu with as close to a glare as he ever got—which happened to be an unamused look.

"Sorry, Tethea—" As he starts to spit out one of his nicknames, he notices the look the Beheeyem gives him and remembers, correcting himself.

"Tesla."

"Thank you," Tesla says upon hearing Xiah recite his actual name, rather than one of the ridiculous nicknames he gave people (which he constantly forgot, himself). Xiah nods to him, and Tesla starts to resume working, however he is interrupted once again by the Xatu.

"Tesla?" He says. Tesla turns to look at him, listening. It takes Xiahul a few moments to realize that he is listening, for he had been waiting for a response that would inform him that it was alright to start talking.

"I've heard of this show," he starts. Tesla watches him curiously, lights flickering. Xiah is distracted for a moment as he collects his thoughts and continues.

"Total Pokemon Comeback," He says. Tesla immediately recoils in disgust.

"You didn't—"

"Listen, please," Xiah says, approaching his friend. Tesla pauses, watching him again, biting back hateful comments.

"Gaitha—Gaines. He's ill. He needs medicine, but we cannot afford it. Tesla, the reward is—"

"Ten million dollars and bragging rights, yeah, yeah." Tesla huffs. "I know, I know. But you can't seriously be thinking of joining! You could be seriously hurt, or—"

"Actually, I was hoping you would join me."

All falls silent. The music seems too loud for the inventor, even, as he uses psychic energy to quickly lower the volume from a dull roar to a whisper. He leans over his project, breathing softly, staring down at the table before he finally brings himself to speak again.

"No."

"Tesla, please. You are an extraordinary—"

"Don't! Just...don't. I'm sorry, Xiah, but I can't do this. You know how I feel about people, and the thought of having thousands of unknown Pokemon watching me—"

"Tesla, I cannot do this without you."

"I'm sorry, Xiah, I just can't. I won't stop you from going, but… Leave me out of this."

All is quiet, and painfully still. A bronze fan turns slowly in the corner of the room, a dull whirring that seems dwarfed by the sound of the thoughts buzzing around in both Pokemons' heads. Eventually, words are exchanged once more.

"I respect your decision, Inventor. I will be seeing you," Xiahul closes his eyes and disappears from the room.

Tesla is left alone, leaning over the table. Giving a wary sigh, he turns up the music again, much louder than it had been before as he resumed working.

"Perfect! Perfect!

Wouldn't change a thing about you!

Perfect! Perfect!

You were made for me—"

Xiahul: *staring intently into the camera lens, trembling*