Finn woke up in a cot on the other boat, breathing heavily. He sat up and looked around the room, seeing his friend, Taylor, a Kirlia. From what Finn could tell, Taylor was fast asleep still, his chest rising with his breath.

"...Give me… the dawn stone… you jerk…" Taylor muttered under his breath, his hands glowing with the faintest light of his psychic ability. Must be his evolution dream again.

"Taylor?" Finn asked, still not completely calm yet. Taylor's eyes shot open and he sat up, looking at Finn.

"What? What? What is it? Did you find a dawn stone?" Taylor asked. Finn shook his head.

"No—I had the dream again," he told him. Taylor looked at Finn for a moment and sighed, pulling his mouth into one of his cheeks.

"Did anything new happen?" Taylor asked.

"This time I saw myself evolving… and I saw Michael… he killed Cail and Nix…" Finn told Taylor, shaking slightly. His back was giving off a few embers, as they usually did when he was nervous. He had explained this dream enough that they both knew who Cail and Nix were, but never actually got to see them.

"I'm sure if something like that happened, Michael would tell you about it, Finn," Taylor told him. Taylor leaned forward and grabbed Finn's hand, making Finn blush; Taylor sometimes did this when he was trying to comfort him, but Finn always felt a bit awkward about it. Taylor never noticed.

"You'd think he'd just come up to me and say, 'Oh hey, Finn! I killed your father and your friend! Just thought I'd let you know!'?" Finn told Taylor, a bit frustrated. Taylor looked a bit taken aback and let go of Finn's hand. He pulled his hands back to himself and looked at Finn, blushing out of embarrassment.

"I mean... no… but…" Taylor replied. Finn started to say something back, but he didn't. He just looked at the bed that he slept on. Before he knew it, Taylor's hand was back and creeping up to his. Finn did nothing as the Kirlia's hand grabbed his and their fingers entwined.

"Just don't worry about it too much, ok?" Taylor said meekly. Finn looked up and at Taylor's face. He was genuinely worried. Finn sighed.

"I know I shouldn't let it get to me; it's just a dream," Finn agreed. Taylor smiled and let go of Finn's hand. He started to go back into his bed as Finn did the same.

There was a small bout of silence as the two of them both tried to fall asleep. Finn just couldn't go back to sleeping after such a vivid dream. I could have sworn that was real.

"Finn…" Finn heard Taylor's voice from his other side. Finn rolled over to look at his friend, who was blushing.

"What is it?" Finn asked. Taylor rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

"I-i-it's nothing," he said. He looked at Finn, "you'd tell me if something was going wrong with you right?"

Finn raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and I always will, Taylor. That's what friends do, right?" Finn replied. Taylor sighed.

"Yeah… friends," Taylor said to himself. Finn exhaled and rolled to his other side.

"Goodnight, Taylor," Finn told him.

"Goodnight, Finn."

Finn didn't have another dream that night. It was just sleep in its purest form. When he woke up, he looked at Taylor's bed, but he had already gone out to do something else. That's normally not like him; Taylor's not a morning person.

Finn sat up and pulled the down blankets off of him and got out of the bed. As he looked around, he noticed that no one was there. He was alone. Finn sighed and crouched down to look under his bed for his bandana that he wore to keep his neck from sunburn. It took him a second to grab it, and when he did he started to tie the knot behind his neck to keep it there.

"Finn," a deep voice said behind the Quilava. Finn immediately froze and his far stood on end for a second. It was Michael's voice. He quickly finished the knot and turned around to see a tall and proud Luxray standing not too far away from him. Michael's eyes stared deep into Finn's, as if examining everything he has ever done and will do.

"H-h-hi, Captain!" Finn said, trying to play off his surprise. Michael did not respond, only staring into Finn still.

"I was informed of your dream. All of them in fact," Michael told him, "especially of your dream from last night."

Finn's fur stood on edge again.

"Did Taylor tell you?" Finn asked.

"It does not matter who told me. It matters that you saw what happened in your past," Michael told him. He sighed, breaking his stare. He sat down on Finn's bed and patted the bed not too far from him, "sit."

Finn did not question Michael and sat next to him. Michael looked back at Finn for a second, then at the ceiling. The sway of the ocean could be felt rocking the boat that they were on.

"You had a dream that you were on a boat, and its captain was named Cail. Cail was an Aggron, and he had a firstmate, Nix. Nix was a Weavile," Michael stated. Finn only nodded, saying nothing.

"That is true you used to live with Cail and Nix. They were real, but they were not who you thought they were," he told him. Michael stopped looking at the ceiling and looked with Michael. There was something in his eyes that Finn couldn't exactly tell what it was. Was it mercy? Pity? Sadness? Regret?

"You said that I belong to you…" Finn told Michael, almost as if he didn't want to speak. The something in Michael deepened and he frowned, but he didn't allow it to show for very long. Michael sighed and stood up. Finn stayed on the bed.

Michael walked some steps forward and stared at the wall, his tail swishing about. Finn noticed how well-toned he was… his back was muscular… his legs were strong… I bet he could… Finn realized what he was thinking and shook his head. What am I thinking?

"There is information about that Aggron that you don't know," Michael stated, still looking at the wall, "but you cannot know about it now. The time will come when you should be told."

He turned around and looked at Finn.

"Don't worry about it," Michael told him. Finn was staring at Michael again. Michael noticed, but he didn't think Finn knew what he was doing. He puffed out his chest to give him a little show. Finn blushed and looked down at himself, making himself smaller. Michael smiled, acting as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"Just don't let it get to me…" Finn said.

"Exactly."