The morning sun shinned between the trees, a soft yellow glow slowly waking Ambre up. With the glow, she started to remember everything that had happened that night, explaining the soft cover on top of her yet the rough and stiff bedding underneath her. Once she knew where she was, Ambre then listened quietly for the sounds of anyone else. To her left and rather close to her face, she could hear heavy breathing that had a light stench to it. Probably just Absol. She tried to block out her Pokemon's breathing and tried to listen for the Umbreon, perhaps he had already left like he claimed he would.

"Mom?"

Ambre turned her head and saw that the Umbreon was awake, though squinting his eyes. "Huh?" she asked.

The Umbreon's eyes went wide. "Nothing, I didn't say anything," he shot up and looked the other way. He then held his left arm and started to inspect it with his right hand.

"How's your arm?" Ambre asked.

"Doesn't matter, it's morning and I'm leaving like we agreed," the Umbreon answered.

Ambre grabbed his jacket and got up. "Just let me see it." He gave a low growl, but unzipped his jacket and showed his arm to her. It was much smaller and about the same size as his other arm now, not as swollen as it was the previous night as far as Ambre remembered. "Does it ache?"

"No, it's fine," the Umbreon answered.

Ambre tried to smile, but she knew that such a fall couldn't have left him without something broken. If only he would let her take him to a hospital or something. "Well then, I guess I shouldn't keep you then," she replied, trying to keep the smile.

"Alright then," he turned around to leave. He stepped over the small fence and continued off, not stopping to look back.

She sat there and watched, her chest feeling heavy as she watched him leave. Absol walked in front of her view and sat down, starring at her. "Well, do you think I did the right thing, Absol?" she asked, managing to look away to her companion. He replied by placing a dirty paw on her shoulder. "Thought so," Ambre replied with scratching the back of Absol's head, "I better get packing then."

With the moment of privacy, Ambre quickly changed out of her pajamas and into her previous day's clothes. Stuffing her old pajamas in her bag, she then began to roll up her sleeping bag.

"Sol," Absol barked.

Ambre looked around to see what he was looking at. Standing by the fence was the Umbreon. "You're back," she commented, putting the sleeping bag down, untied.

"I figured I should at least help you pack since you helped me last night," he said, stepping over the perimeter.

"Oh, thanks. Well, if you can, I guess you can fold up the tent."

He only nodded as a response and grabbed the tent. As Ambre rolled up the sleeping bag again, tying it up this time, she watched as the Umbreon proceeded to fold the tent up, being rather careful with his left arm as just a guide and using his right arm to hold it down.

"Feeling fine?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, not even looking up at her.

Ambre didn't push any further, simply instead placing her sleeping bag in her backpack. "If you don't mind me asking, but what exactly were you doing above my tent last night?" she asked.

"Staying for the night," the Umbreon replied, "You actually just happened to setup camp right where I was sleeping the night."

She wanted to say something, but she decided to hold it.

"Here, I'll let you put it away," the Umbreon presented the tent, folded tightly, and four broken rods.

"Thanks," Ambre accepted them and shoved them in her bag. "Now all that is left is the fence."

"Why do you have a fence?"

"To keep Pokemon away, of course. You have heard that this forest is haunted by ghost Pokemon, right?" she replied, pulling up one of the pegs to it. With one support gone, the fence immediately went limp.

The Umbreon did the same thing, pulling out a peg with his right hand and tossing it by Ambre's bag. "You know these won't actually work, right?" he commented.

"What do you mean? The tags repel Pokemon away," Ambre replied, tossing her peg with the Umbreon's.

"Not really. These tags do nothing. Pokemon aren't scared of these or anything," he replied, pulling out and tossing another peg.

"How would you know?" Ambre asked. The Umbreon just turned at her and shook his head with his ears lowered. "Oh, right."

Absol stood up from his spot and started to watch a small opening. Ambre looked at where he was looking, but saw nothing. She then looked at Absol, his head was lowered and the fur on his back was standing up.

"Someone's coming," the Umbreon commented. Ambre looked back at him, seeing his ears twitch.

"Can you tell what it is?" she asked, looking at the opening that Absol and the Umbreon were watching.

"Yeah, it's him," he replied, "I can smell his cologne."

Ambre could smell it as well now. It was faint, but it little there was definitely had a sting to it, almost like it was an old man's cologne.

"Listen, Ambre, you need to run, now," he stated.

"What, why?"

"Don't question me. Just run now and you'll probably get out of trouble."

"What about you?" Ambre grabbed her bag with both straps on.

"He's just looking for me, okay? He probably doesn't know you're here."

Ambre looked at the opening and then at him. She then saw in the corner of her eye Absol looking at her, watching her movement. Ambre ran up to the Umbreon and grabbed his coat.

"What are you doing?" the Umbreon grabbed her arm with his left hand followed by his right.

"Absol doesn't like this person, so you're coming with me," she replied, pulling up.

"Let go! If I go with you, then you are just going to be dragged into this. And this is a pretty deep hole you won't climb your way out of," he tried to pulled her arm off.

Ambre only tightened her grip, "Then let me pull you out of it!"

"This is no time to be arguing!"

"Umbreon, that is no way to talk to a lady."

Both of them turned to the opening. Standing there was an older, larger man with hair already turning bleach white, wearing a perfectly clean black suit with a small red pin on his chest and a cane in his right hand. Next to him was a Lucario with a black collar around its neck.

"Tom, keep her out of it. She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time," the Umbreon managed to break Ambre's grip and step in front of her.

"Of course, Umbreon, of course. So long as she promises to stay quiet about this and you go along quietly, I'll pretend that you were here by yourself," the man, Tom, replied.

"Alright, you have a deal." Ambre saw him droop his ear a bit with his answer.

"Aw, good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to force you to do anything," Tom answered, "We best be going then. I'm sure you have many assignments to catch up on."

"Wait," Ambre stepped in front of the Umbreon, "You're a Pokemon trainer, correct?"

"That isn't important now, ma'am. I suggest you stay out of something that doesn't concern you," Tom replied.

"What are you doing?" the Umbreon whispered to her. She didn't reply.

"You aren't seriously going to suggest that you are going to skip out on a Pokemon battle, are you?" Ambre asked Tom, waiting.

"As much as I appreciate your youthfulness and would gladly take up your offer under different circumstances, I have no time at such the moment and neither do you. If another group party finds us, and they will if we have such a battle, I guarantee you that they will not offer you the chance to escape," he replied.

"Seriously, go!" the Umbreon whispered, harshly, to Ambre.

A burst of energy erupted by the Lucario, knocking it down by surprise. Ambre grabbed the Umbreon's arm and bursted off in the opposite direction, almost dragging him as he was caught by surprise. Shortly behind them was Absol.

"What are you doing?" the Umbreon asked, managing to keep his balance as he was pulled through the forest.

"Shut up and keep running," she replied, dodging between branches.

Behind them, she could faintly hear Tom. Apparently the Lucario was now after them.

"Seriously, I know that Lucario, we can't outrun him," the Umbreon replied.

"Won't need to," Ambre replied. She stopped and grabbed one of her Pokeballs hanging off of her bag. "Delphox, go!"

The ball popped open and a orange fox came out with flaming ears. Standing upright, it looked much like a short, older woman with red fur that made it look like it was wearing a dress. Delphox pulled out a stick from inside the fur of her right hip and pointed the burning end at the approaching Lucario. "Delphox, use mystic fire!" Ambre commanded, holding the Pokeball ready.

With the Lucario near, Delphox spun her stick in a circle. The red flame at then changed blue and, with a flick in the wrist, blue fire leaped out at the Lucario. Direct hit. "Perfect!" Ambre cheered.

Through the flame, Lucario leapt through with it defending itself. A black aura surrounded it as it landed then burst out from its body. A black wave hit Delphox and, though it lacked any force, knocked her down. "What, how?"

"Trust me, this isn't a typical Lucario," the Umbreon commented.

With her plan now backfiring, Ambre returned Delphox.

"Seriously, run now while you have the chance," the Umbreon said, grabbing Ambre's hand with his left.

She looked at the Lucario then at the path ahead. They still had a long ways to go before they got to Lumiose City.

"Go on without me," he repeated, trying pull her grip off.

"We can still make it," she tried to run.

The Lucario fired a blue ball at them, it hit the ground right in front of Ambre's feet and causing her to fall. The Umbreon held on, making sure she didn't fall down. Ambre looked back at the Lucario. It was ready for another shot if they tried to run. She looked ahead. There was nothing nearby they would be able to get too for cover. Her Delphox was their only hope to taking out the Lucario quickly. They were caught now.

"Go without me," the Umbreon said.

Ambre looked back, wanting to argue. But she knew there was nothing she could say to convince him now. She couldn't even convince herself. They both let go of their grip. The Umbreon turned to the Lucario and Ambre ran away with Absol by her side.