The longer Anabel worked at Interpol, the more she began to regain hazy memories of her past, before she had ended up on a beach in Alola. Most of the memories manifested as terrifyingly real nightmares, but others were merely sensations or Déja vu. That was alright with her though, because she had Looker with her. Looker was quite a bit older than her, but she and him shared too much in common to care. Both of them were so-called "fallers" that had come from different universe, though neither of them had more than the slightest memories of that separate life. So, caught up in lost memories and risking their lives, they had ended up falling in love. Which was why Anabel was currently snuggled up to him in a massively oversized t-shirt while he reluctantly took a phone call. What he heard on the other end made him want to scream in frustration. Another mission, this time to investigate a sighting of UB Symbiont in… lovely, Hoenn. He muttered an affirmative and put the phone down, looking at the sleeping woman beside him. He knew she had been regaining a few memories, and she was apparently from Hoenn… what effect would going there have on her? 'This had better not be another trip in which I end up making her hot cocoa in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare…' He thought bitterly, gently shaking her awake. He would never be able to forgive Interpol for manipulating a then thirteen year old child into joining their ranks. They should have tried to give her a normal life.

Anabel was woken by a gentle hand shaking her. She opened her eyes and smiled at the man looking at her, mumbling a good morning. But her happiness quickly turned to nervousness once she was told UB Symbiont had been sighted in Hoenn. As the resident Ultra Beast bait, of course it was her job to go investigate. The only comfort was that she would be accompanied by Looker and Nanu, an old friend of theirs. Reluctantly, she dragged herself out of bed and got ready to go to the airport, attempting to look like she hadn't slept in way too long. After a short drive and a long wait for no apparent reason, she, Looker, and Nanu were on their way to Hoenn. She could hear an angry whisper conversation between the two men, but was too distracted to care. She wondered if she would see anything from her memories. Did this Hoenn even look the same?

Nanu was quickly realizing that he was way too old for this job. He was technically retired but he had gone anyway out of concern for Anabel. Looker was also concerned, which was the only reason he was not strangling the man who was currently babbling on and on and on while the very lucky Anabel slept. "For Arceus's sake Looker, giving yourself a heart attack isn't going to help anything! Have at least an ounce of common sense and please speak English. Anabel will be fine. She's always fine. Just focus on keeping her safe instead of panicking." He hissed tiredly, wishing this blasted plane would just land so he could nap in a comfy hotel bed. After being forced to listen to Looker's barely-even-English for another hour, he was finally able to step off the plane into relative quiet as it just so happened to be the middle of the night in the Hoenn region. The dear Arceus Looker take the trench coat off Hoenn region. He really hated the heat. That was why he tended to stay up north. He grabbed a sleepy Anabel by the arm and guided her to the rental car, driving them to their designated hotel, incredibly relieved to go to sleep.

When morning came, all three Interpol agents were dressed and ready to go. The town was in full festival mode, as it was the first night of Tanabata, a festival to honor Jirachi. This was a particularly special Tanabata, as it was the thousand-year mark, when Jirachi was said to actually appear and grant a single wish. In order to blend in, each of them bought a token in the lobby and folded the first part down, making a wish. However, when Anabel stepped out the door her head started spinning. This town was familiar. Way too familiar. And yet totally unfamiliar at the same time. Instinctively, she reached for Looker's hand and cast her eyes towards the ground, setting out to the outskirts to investigate the last place UB Symbiont had been sighted. On the way there, they passed a missing persons poster, which only Anabel cared to look at. She immediately wished she hadn't. There was a picture of a little girl, age seven or eight maybe, with lilac eyes and matching hair. The name underneath the picture was "Anabel." She froze, heart pounding painfully in her chest as she looked at her spitting image. It didn't make any sense. And then, all too suddenly, it did. Without thinking she took off running, panicked. She had to find that kid.

Looker caught Anabel sprinting away from them out of the corner of his eye. He whirled around and called for her, but she didn't respond. Bewildered, he glanced at Nanu, Who now had his eyes fixed on the missing poster. "You better hope that wish comes true." He said grimly. "This is not looking good." Looker felt panic rise in his chest. "What do you mean it isn't looking good? What are you looking at?" "Anabel." He answered. "That is, Anabel's alternate self." Looker stared at him. "What?" Nanu turned to look at him. "This is the city where the Battle Tower is being built. By the time it's finished, an eight year old would be about eleven, right?" Looker nodded. "Anabel mentioned protecting a tower, right?" "Yes, she did. Now look at this girl here." He said, motioning Looker over. "This is undoubtedly the Anabel who will become the leader of that tower. The Anabel born in this universe." He sighed deeply. "Our friend Anabel has gone off to find her alternate self. Alone. In UB territory." Looker stared in disbelief at the poster, for once not having any words but one. "Shit."

Anabel has calmed herself down enough to try and think, realizing that she would need help and going back to the city, but her head hurt and her thoughts were fuzzy. She started to see double. ...No, not quite double… there were tiny differences in the images. She was remembering something. There was a massive tower on the horizon… wait, that had not been there before. Then, she was swept straight off her feet by a memory that she had never wanted to regain. She was standing in a crumbling tower, holding onto a pillar as everything swayed around her. She could hear screaming and massive destruction. She had given everything she had but it had not been enough. And then she saw it. The beast. If she had not currently been "past Anabel," she would have instantly recognized UB Blaster. Instead, she stared paralyzed with fear at the foreign creature. She remembered the tower coming down with a titanic roar. She remembered praying for a swift death. She remembered being swept into darkness and cold as the creature stared at her with emotionless eyes. She remembered nothing after that.

Looker and Nanu had ended up setting up a tent, having decided it was best to wait and let Anabel come back on her own. The both of them were still sick with worry, and were instantly on high alert when a familiar scream was heard. "Anabel!" Looker yelled. "Anabel, over here!" He was met by a frantic and terrified woman, who immediately clung to him for some comfort. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to soothe her, recognizing her terror as a memory. He knew now that whatever the hell had happened before she'd ended up in Alola had not been pleasant. "Nanu." He said, voice shaking. "Hot cocoa please." The older man simply nodded and grabbed a packet of the sweet mixture and a bottle of milk, walking away. Eventually, Anabel was able to recall her hellish memory while drinking the comforting hot cocoa, leaving both Nanu and Looker completely shocked. Then Nanu quietly spoke up. "Do you remember which one it was?" He asked. Anabel nodded and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a searing pain in her head. This always happened whenever she tried to remember the beast that had taken her. But she wasn't going to let it win this time. "Blaster…" she choked out. "UB… Blaster…" As soon as she'd managed those words, she passed out, leaving the other two agents to carry her back to the hotel. They now knew the complete story of Anabel's "tower," and why she had left it. Neither of them spoke another word that night. All they knew was that this trip was going to be one hell of a ride, and that they weren't leaving until the alternate Anabel was found.