Champion Cynthia of the Sinnoh region woke up from her sleep in a fit of anxiety. Really, it didn't make any since. The threat was over, the Lake Guardians had been saved, Dialga and Palkia were calm and back in their own dimensions, and Pokemon Hunter J was dead. It was the last part that made her stomach twist. Sure, she had been an awful person, but the way she had died… Cynthia didn't feel like anyone deserved that. And there was still the nagging feeling that she wasn't even dead, no matter how impossible such a thing was. Sighing to herself, she decided to have her Garchomp fly her to Lake Valor. Maybe that would ease her mind. She had no way of knowing that it would do the exact opposite.

Cynthia arrived on the shores of Lake Valor, shining peacefully with moonlight. Then someone coughed. Cynthia nearly jumped out of her skin. Who else would be here in the middle of the night!? A brief investigation revealed the answer and Cynthia nearly had a heart attack. It was Pokemon Hunter J, half submerged in the water, severely injured but alive. Panic swept over her. She had no idea what to do, all of her logic had suddenly fled her mind. 'Call the police, idiot. Call the damn police!' Her instincts told her to get rid of the threat, but her heart took in the woman's injuries, and what seemed to be a metric ton of blood. She couldn't possibly be dangerous now. 'No. The hospital. Call the hospital.' Hands shaking, she called for an ambulance. She stood paralyzed as the woman was driven away to the nearest hospital, sure to end up in prison should she survive. Why, why after all the horrible things she had done did Cynthia not want that? The police were praising her for making sure she was 'captured' but it was rubbish. She had saved her life is what she had done. A day later they would have been fishing a body out of the lake. So why did she still feel so… wrong? Abruptly cutting off Officer Jenny mid-sentence, she left to rest. She feared she might vomit if she stayed here any longer. Pokemon Hunter J was not dead… but how could she possibly have survived? It would have taken a miracle for her to live.

A day later, Cynthia still could not get rid of the sickening feeling within her. The hospital staff had informed her that J was alive and stable, but comatose. She had ended up paying for the woman's hospital bills. What the hell was wrong with her? Sure, it was just wrong to willingly let anyone die, but she could have left her to pay her own damn bills. Was it pity? Was she sorry for the ruthless hunter after seeing her in such dire straits? She didn't know. The newspapers happily broadcasted the news that J would never be a threat again, and it seemed as if everyone was overjoyed. Some of them were even saying she deserved to be executed, which was just so wrong. Someone, something, whatever, had sure wanted her to live awful badly, to have the chance at life ripped away from her like that was too cruel, even for J and dear Arceus why was she so wrapped up in this!? It was like there was someone else at the lake. Something else. The aura that wouldn't leave her thoughts. An aura that made it impossible for her to get her mind off of anything that had happened. Cursing, she stood up and got into her car. She was going to visit J in the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Cynthia dodged curious passerby left and right. She did not need this in the tabloids. She just needed some damn peace of mind, and she wasn't even sure this would give her any. Keeping her head down, she walked to where J was kept, in the police wing of the hospital. She was glad for once in her life that being the Champion gave her special privileges, as not a soul asked any questions as she slipped inside the too-white room. She pulled up a chair and quietly stared at the sleeping woman, barely older than her. She was on life support, but was expected to live. She looked so peaceful and innocent, like she wasn't the terrible criminal who hunted down innocent Pokemon and sold them without a care. She was almost… cute. Oh, and where the hell had that thought come from!? Was she forgetting who this person was!? "Witch." She murmured aloud. "You've bewitched me, and I don't think you even know it." Cynthia continued to stare, noticing that she wasn't wearing her belt, nor were there any poke balls nearby. Of course, her Pokemon had all been released. After all, she wouldn't need them while serving an automatic life sentence without trial in prison. Cynthia wondered if they missed their trainer. Had she been cruel to them too? She at least seemed to have a strong bond with her Salamence. She had even been clutching its poke ball when she had been found, as if desperately trying to save it. A pang ran through her. Was it possible that J did have a heart buried under her blatant cruelty? She sighed deeply. This visit had not helped her at all. Now she had still more to think about. And the strange aura was still there. She left the hospital with a quiet "goodbye" and rushed back to her hotel room. Not fair. This whole thing was just not fair. Of all the people to be unwillingly obsessed with, it just had to be Pokemon Hunter J.

Cynthia was beginning to hate herself as she drove to the hospital for the fifth time in two months. Nothing was going to be any different, why the hell did she keep going? But something was different, she knew that from the moment she saw the frantic activity from both doctors and police around J's room. J. Did she even have a name? Quickening her pace, she was about to ask what was going on before seeing it herself. The woman was propped up in her hospital bed, clearly awake. They made eye contact and Cynthia gasped, ducking away, fearful of what would happen should she be recognized. An interpol officer gently soothed her, saying that she was in no danger, as shouts of consternation went up at some new revelation. A very peeved Officer Jenny stormed out of the room, nearly yelling at a shocked doctor, and Cynthia was left to stare in utter confusion, not daring to speak. Finally, someone noticed her and pulled her aside, murmuring words that left her in total shock. Amnesia. J had total amnesia. She didn't even remember who she was. 'Of all the things to deal with…' Cynthia walked into the room, gathering all of her courage before looking at the formerly deadly woman in the bed. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. There was no recognition there at all. She really didn't know anything at all anymore. 'Oh hell. Oh hell, why. Why me. Why her. Why any of this!?' She said hello, her voice a tiny whisper. Feeling like an idiot, she looked away, nearly jumping out of her skin when she heard J reply. "Who are you?" "Ah, I'm Cynthia." She replied, too surprised to lie. "I see. Hello, Cynthia." Oh Arceus why was this happening!?