Nate had just experienced the busiest week of his life. Starting on Monday, he had encountered the real mastermind behind Team Plasma's reestablishment in the form of an aging and still-demented Ghetsis, who was taken down by some upstart trainer from distant Nuvema Town two years before. After nearly being encased in ice by Kyurem, a mysterious trainer named N and his partner Reshiram bailed him out, enabling Nate to overcome the situation and again quash Plasma's plans to take over the world. The spoils happened to be a Liepard his friend Hugh held way too much stock in (at least, thats how Nate felt about it.)

Then an arduous trek up the heights of Victory Road ensued. Many Veteran and Ace trainers lined the cliffs, platforms and caverns as he pressed forward with his well rounded and experienced Pokemon team. He knocked out well-known trainers Shauntal, Marshal, Grimsley, and Caitlin in order, using up nearly all of the healing items in his bag before ascending the final steps to find an acquaintance in Iris waiting in the throne of the Unova League Champion. While the battle was intense, it came naturally for Nate, who knew very well Iris' main strength was her extensive knowledge on the use of Dragon-types, and was able to masterfully direct his own Lapras [which was a contrasting member of the incumbent Champ's entourage] to carry his team to glory.

Now he was back in Aspertia, standing in the same spot Bianca was when she supplied Nate his Tepig and Pokedex, being interviewed by the one and only Idol Christoph, who was a tiny bit impetuous during the commercial break.

"So, Nate, you don't happen to remember an incident in returning a Xtransceiver to someone with pink hair, do you?" Christoph inquired.

"Uh...well, that did happen, but I do believe that is not something I -have- to fill you in on." Nate replied with a deft smirk. During a Television session while resting after beating Elesa of Nimbasa City, he noticed that Nancy, Christoph's counterpart Idol, had a very similar voice to that of the girl who he had returned the aforementioned video-watch to. His suspicions were further validated by "Yancy" slipping up when introducing herself by starting with "Na-" and then covering up. Even so, Nate loved the modest alias enough to see that the Idol was only a profession and not the girl's actual life. Which he hoped was convenient, because Yancy didn't seem to want to fill the new League Champ in on the details as to why her career was withheld.

"C'mon, Nate. Don't leave reporters hanging like that! I happen to kno-"

"I honestly don't think we know the same person, Christoph. This person seems too nervous to be cut out for Television. I mean, I could just pick up my Xtransceiver, not say a word, and she would already pull the brim of her hat over her eyes to hide her blushing. You can't seriously tell me that I happened to find NANCY's Xtransceiver on the ground. You know how much PokE-Bay would sell that for?"

Christoph winced at the response, and ceased questioning. At that moment a noticeable crowd was making the way for a guy with Qwilfish-esqe spikes on his head and a red over-shirt.

"Heads up, folks. If you don't make way, I am about to unleash my r-"

"What's up, Hugh? Did you come to meet Christoph here? Because if you did, Nancy is not with him." Nate offered with a relaxed expression.

"Actually, about that, I should probably tell both of you that "Yancy" -whispered due to the crowd advancing up to the lookout- is actually talking with your mother, Nate. I had to tell you, because she seemed afraid to come up here." Hugh sputtered as he made a gesture in the direction of Nate's residence. "That hat doesn't really hide her feelings at all does it? She really has taken a s-"

"Shine to him?" Christoph excitedly finished Hugh's sentence. Nate sighed, because he just knew Christoph was going to set some sort of ridiculous plan into action. He then noticed a girl exit his home ushered by an executive. She held her wide brimmed hat over her face, but to Nate, it was unmistakable.

He almost fell over the railing of the lookout in awe.