The last of the Masters and Superiors had been eradicated. Some who pleaded were given a second chance, as they sincerely wanted to change their lives. Nils had donned the shades of his father. He decided he would only remove them when in the presence of only Janice, Marcus, or Lilith, his mother. He walked, and what was left of the Trainers decided to leave it up to him to decide what to do, concerning government.

He didn't have the slightest clue as to where to go. The country needed a new government, and it needed one fast.

Some mistook him for his father, and when they realized it wasn't Felix, Like the clothes and missing scar didn't tip them off, they apologized, made an excuse to leave, and did so.

After a while of walking, he ran into Janice, Sam and Marcus.

"Nils," Sam replied, "vat do you want us too do?"

"We aren't sure what the next step should be," Janice added.

"Felix did pick you, after all," Marcus reminded him.

He was already becoming his father.

Nils stood for a bit, thinking about what jobs each of them should have, what they would be fit for.

"Sam," he stated dutifully and purposefully. "You will be in charge of all medical proceedings. The head Pokémon nurse. If there's a problem, you will be the consultant."

This caught her off guard. "Head...nurse?"

"Yes. I know it's a large responsibility, but I trust you. I rely on my father's instinct, and he chose to have you closest to him. So, if my father can trust you, I can also trust you."

Talking about his father hurt him, but he didn't let it show. Not yet.

She seemed to let herself accept the new title she had been given. She wrestled with herself a bit, then said, "Okay. I veell do eet."

Nils smiled, and said, "Thank you. I knew I could trust you.

"Marcus. You will be the consultant Pokémon expert. Your experience far outshines mine, and I will be pleased to be able to work in close proximity with you. Also, you can start that gym you've always wanted to do, and we'll name it after Steelwing, right?"

Marcus took his position better than Sam did. He performed a short bow, and said, "Yes, sir."

"Oh, Marcus, don't be so formal with me. We're friends."

Marcus looked at him slyly, and said, "Your father always said that, too."

Pang of guilt and hurt.

He was just about to leave, then Janice approached him, and asked, "So, what about me?"

"You," Nils began, pulling her in for a hug, "are going to be my wife. We are going to have lots of children."

He stared into her beautiful, deep blue eyes, and he swooned. It was almost enough to take his mind off of his father. Almost.

"Do you want to go...somewhere else? Somewhere private?"

Nils'es composure must have been weighed down a bit, because she started to pull him away, back underground, but then he said, "No, I have one more thing to do."

He ran around the field, looking for one very specific person. He looked just about everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Until he found him, of course.

"Seth!"

Seth visibly cringed and jumped at his name being called, and when he saw Nils, he was confused a bit. He stood with a bit of a slump, and didn't seem to have much confidence at all.

"Heirloom, now," Nils mentioned, motioning to his glasses. Seth nodded a bit. "I was wondering if you would want to be my secretary. I do need one. I don't know of any braver man than you."

Seth's stance became rigid for a moment, then he straightened up a bit. He was actually a lot taller than Nils, which he didn't notice how short he was because his smallish composure didn't draw much attention to him.

"Why, I would be...happy about that," Seth said, beaming.

"Thank you," Nils said, beaming right back at him. "What I need you to do now is to assign people jobs and positions based on their background and contribution to the revolution. Sam, Marcus and Janice already have positions, so you don't need to worry about them. They'll be fine."

Seth nodded dutifully: it was his duty. His calling.

Nils bade him farewell, then returned to Janice, and they headed back to the forest.

They reached the entry to the underground tunnel system, no fear of having to use the code, for it was useless to do it now.

They pulled up the trap door, and entered the tunnel. Nils took this time to examine the walls a bit closer, and noticed that there were the roots of trees embedded in the walls for a ways down. After a while, the tunnel became just barely deep enough that no roots could penetrate their fortress. Another peculiar thing: all the wrong tunnels had been filled in. No fear of going the wrong way. They reached the spot in the wall for their underground base, and the tunnel seemed to end not too much further after that, about a meter. It was as if somebody had intentionally made it so.

When they entered, they saw Lilith standing there... well, she was leaning against a wall, but she was there.

"Welcome, lovebirds," she said, her emotions undetectable.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Just making sure that you two got here safely," she said, with sarcasm and mock innocence.

"Well, we got here. We were just going to be alone for a bit," Janice said, almost pleadingly.

"I got that." She didn't look pleased.

"Lilith, nothing was going to happen. I just need some time to mourn." It sounded weird to call this woman he never met before "Mom", but then again...he has met her before, he just doesn't remember.

"Mind if I make sure? You are my son, after all."

"Alright fine." He just wanted to mourn now.

As they walked past, Lilith hugged both of them, and told them how much she loved them.

Nils walked straight for the dorm room, and sat down promptly on a bed. After doing so, Janice sat close, and hugged him. He fell over on her lap, and started to cry. Deeply. He just mourned the death of his father and his father's closest Pokémon companion. He vaguely heard Janice's support, which he felt bad for afterwards.

He didn't know how long this happened, or how long it would go on, but he soon woke up on Janice's lap. Feeling deprived of energy and just being sore, he silently and motionlessly wept. He then noticed that his pillows were pretty wet.

Thank you, Janice, he thought silently, so he wouldn't wake her up, for always supporting me since that day we battled. And, I'm sorry for getting your legs wet.

He lay there, and she lay backwards. He didn't know how long this went on, but she eventually woke up, and carefully leaned forward, so as to not wake him up. She then started to sing. He felt a deep connection with the melody and the words. He couldn't help but to start crying again.

"Are you awake? I didn't want to wake you up. I'm sorry," she said in true sincerity.

"No, it's fine. I was awake before you started to sing. I promise."

She accepted that, and asked after a while, "So, where do we go from here?"

Nils had been thinking about that lately. He simply stated:

"Wherever we want to."