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The music grew louder when they arrived. The piano cords crescendoed into a beautiful circlet before the player gradually declined the keys into a shimming melody. If she had the piece of music in her hand she would have confirmed the Adagio.

Missy released Giovanni's hand and stepped away as she looked around. The sunlight glistened through the snow-white petals of a flowering Dogwood. The tree's had been planted along the roads side.

She looked over at the stone and wood houses. The architecture of the city had changed, updated, the homes seemed grander and the shops had lost their olden day luster.

This place has really changed Mistress, Ninetails said.

I don't like it, she replied.

It's more modern Mistress, I think it's elegant in a way, the fox said as she turned her attention to Giovanni.

He spied the buildings, his eyes moved over the shops, a few women went along their way stopping to briefly peek at the wares in the many stores across the street. The store's window was filled with long dresses that had been placed on mannequins, a pipe shop, and a toy store. He quickly lost interest and looked down the path ahead.

She huffed at the sight. " Window shoppers."

To spite the day being a Saturday the streets were fairly empty. The path ahead was clear, in the distance small groups of people meandered along the path. In a courtyard, ahead patrons of the day took in the sites and meander to and past a few vendors. Others sat on benches along the way.

A few blocks ahead she spied the cathedral. The diamonds like glass glistened in the sunlight, the pearl orbs on the opposite tower reflected the sunlight. A group of starly became startled as the piano hit a high C. The small birds took flight and retreated from their roost in the pearl tower.

The mountains and lush gardens reminded her of Spain, the Spanish architecture added to the illusion. She shook her head and discarded the thought once more.

Ninetails eyes softened as she took in the notes. Mistress, this music is unlike anything I've ever heard before.

She closed her eyes and listened to the ambient notes as they carried on. Her hearing was good but not good enough to make out the entirety of the piece from her location. She sighed she was too far away.

You can hear that from here? Missy asked.

Can't you Mistress? the fox asked.

Not that well, I'm sure there will be lots of music to listen to once we get inside, Missy replied.

Missy glanced at persian. The music didn't seem to phase the cat. He just dully looked onward as if he were in a trance of some kind. Perhaps it was affecting him more then she realized or maybe it was something else.

" So this is Alamos," Giovanni said as he took in the sights. " This is truly a remarkable place."

Missy took his side. " It surely is something different, I don't think I've seen anything quite like The Time-Space Tower."

" Really, you've never seen anything like it?" Giovanni asked as he began to walk the path.

" I've seen lot's of things, not much can compare to this," she replied.

Giovanni's eyes widened at the prospects she presented. "Well, what else can?"

Missy took his side. " Notre Dame."

With great confusion, Giovanni cocked an eyebrow. Yet another reminder that she wasn't on Earth. He hadn't seen anything beyond his own world. He was quite, perplexed by what she could tell. She kept that in mind as she carried on.

" Oh right, that's out of your world," she said, Giovanni's eyes narrowed with discontent. " It's an ancient cathedral, a massive cathedral. I was there for the opening day in 1345 I thought it was a twisted dedication to art, music, and whatever deity they worshiped. When I arrived I thought it was some sort of twisted dedication to art. Nowadays it's just a boring stone monument."

" Was it anything like this?" he asked again.

" In many ways, it was, in many it wasn't..." she trailed off as she thought of the many places she had visited. " The Singing Towers of Darillium."

" Darillium?" he asked.

" Yes, Darillium, boring inhospitable place. The towers were formed by nature when the wind passes through they come to life with the sounds of music," she explained.

Giovanni's lips curled. " What else is out there?"

Missy looked ahead in an attempt to hide her annoyance. The music grew louder as they got closer to the Time-Space Tower. Just ahead of them she spied a wrought iron arch. The path below it leads into the garden.

" There's a restaurant, but it's always overbooked," she deadpanned.

A couple of children darted past Giovanni causing him to stop. They laughed and called out to one another as they ran under the arch. Their shoes clapped as they moved along the flagstone path.

He shrugged before stepping forward. " It always is, I can imagine their food would be noteworthy."

" Wouldn't care to know, dining out isn't exactly my thing," Missy replied.

He looked over and raised a brow. " Then what is your pass time when you travel the ages?"

She snickered at the thought, what she really liked to do was conquer or destroy worlds. She got the impression that he could understand that, but she didn't want Giovanni to see her as a destroyer of worlds.

" I watch them, learn a thing or two as I meander through the years." She blushed at the thought again. " Sometimes talk to important people, sometimes I'm a God, and others, well I can't be held accountable for my actions, so I have a lot of fun," she replied.

Giovanni stopped the look he had was perplexing. " What do you mean by that?"

She laughed, he was so blatantly curious. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, " Sometimes, I'll just take over for the fun of it."

He stepped away and smiled. " Really?"

She brushed past him. " Oh yes."

Ninetails slowly took her master's side. Mistress, that's what you do?

It's fun ninetails, I'll show you sometime, she replied.

Giovanni smirked as they continued along the path. " I'd love to hear those stories."

Ninetails gawked as her pace slowed. Just showing up and taking over is your idea of a good time? Mistress you told me there were beautiful things out there.

Missy's grip on her umbrella tightened. There are beautiful things out there, there's also a universe full of dangerous, rowdy, and uncivilized creatures. Sometimes I show up and teach them all a lesson.

They walked past the entrance to the garden and passed the last Dogwood in the row. They stepped onto a court of white wash stone. This was more open then the street entrance they had before. Missy looked at the town and noticed they were connected.

The court was filled with people dressed in fine summers wear. All of them had a look of bliss as they passed through. Most of the benches outside of the tower were occupied. A young couple strolled past as they made their way to the garden.

The young lady looked at her companion. " The music is unlike anything I've ever heard before."

He took the girls arm. " I wonder if we'll get the same acoustics if we sat in the garden."

She warmly smiled. " It's better than us basking in the sun all day."

They fell out of earshot as they approached the elegant gates of the Time-Space Tower. Just past the gate were three white walnut doors. A group of elderly woman stepped out of the furthest door.

Missy and Giovanni climbed the short stairway. His persian took his side as he stepped ahead of her. He pulled the door open and held it for her.

She smiled, in this era, other humans would have considered it rude for him not to open the door, and possibly a noteworthy interaction for anyone who might be watching them.

Instinctively she blushed. " Why thank you, sir."

He looked away and scoffed. "Don't get used to it."

Missy spun around as he entered. " Wasn't planning on it."

He crossed his arms as he stepped forward. Persian meekly walked behind him. Missy turned and looked around.

They had changed the entrance completely. What used to be a parlor was now a lobby, granite stone lobby. Vacant and empty, the only thing that filled the room was the music and a sign placed at the foot of a mural.

Welcome

to

The Time-Space Tower

Stadium Seating to the right

Balcony Seating to the left

Please have your tickets ready.

Just beyond the sign was a mural of a large Maple tree. Small feet hung from a limb where a young girl sat. Her eyes were closed, she had a blissful look as she blew into an instrument that looked like a leaf.

Missy searched the rest of the tree, but there was only that girl. Below her, a sunrise had been drawn in along with a glaceon and leafeon. Both pokemon were harmoniously stepped in the girl's direction.

He momentarily looked at the mural and turned to her. " So this is where it all began?"

Missy gingerly looked away realizing she hadn't brought up her first encounter with Lysandre. Her thoughts raced, she hadn't told him about their first encounter. She quickly came up with a way to explain that situation.

" This is where the real quarrel between us began," she replied.

His eyes shot over at her. "What do you mean by that?"

" Lysandre and I encountered each other once before this, of course at the time he was posing a priest. Worst liar I've ever seen, oh my gosh, he tried to seduce me," she explained.

He twisted around and looked at her. "Wait, what?"

" I mistakenly went to 1864 and-" the intense look in his eyes put her off.

Giovanni coldly leered at her. "And?"

" To put a long story short he was giving away mega stones at the Brass Tower congregation, so I took them from him," she replied.

He let out a long-drawn sigh. " Why didn't you tell about this sooner?"

She crossed her arms and looked into his eyes. " There's been so much going on. It's been the last thing on my mind."

He gawked at the notion. " The last thing, the only thing that's been on mine is fixing this. What else haven't you told me?"

She kept her cool as she gazed on. He was clearly upset, admittedly she didn't know how to handle the situation. He didn't trust her, the fact that he still believed Vampires were the ones behind this made it more apparent to her.

Mistress, he's scaring me, you should really apologize to him, Ninetails said while she watched him.

I'm going to have to better than that, Missy replied.

Her mind went through the events of the past week. She hadn't mentioned it, she hadn't thought of it much. She still didn't see how it fit into the grand scheme of things.

The truth of the matter wasn't the fact that it wasn't relevant, but the fact that neither of them had been completely open with one another, that needed to change.

She took a step back and placed her hand on her hip. " Oi, it was an afterthought. Hell, crashing in mi tardis, chasing celebi, being captured, and all this research into whats happening in the world put me off. Not to mention all of the other things that have plagued mi mind since I got here, that night hasn't even popped up into my realm my of consideration."

His eyes narrowed. " So you take the stones and it became an afterthought?"

" Yes, I wanted their energy and after I discovered they had no value to me, I moved on," she replied.

He placed his hand on his forehead. " Missy."

She placed her umbrella down. " What? It's not like you've been upfront about things. Hell, up until a few minutes ago you were still convinced that the Vampires were behind all of this. That tells me a lot."

" We'll we had little to no information to prove that it wasn't them," he replied.

She fanned her hand before her. " I told you they didn't have the technology to flee the vortex."

He coldly leered on. " They could have taken it from someone else, that's what you do."

The concept actually caught her off guard. The idea was something she hadn't considered.

" I hadn't thought of that," she admitted.

" Your lack of perception is your downfall," he replied. " You don't take those kinds of things into consideration."

Missy placed her hand on her hip. " My perception only goes as far as my knowledge."

He slipped his thumb into his pocket. " Right you can't possibly know everything about my world."

She huffed. " That's why I bother to learn things. All of the things your lot doesn't know are yours. Let's take the vortex for an example, it's a hard place to get to and even harder to leave. It's inhospitable, almost unlivable, and there's not much living there. So why didn't you believe me?"

Missy could tell she had struck a chord with him. He was frustrated with her. His eyes loomed over the room as he searched for a way out. As she watched she knew she had gotten right where she wanted him to be.

After a moment he replied, " I didn't have all of the facts."

" You could have asked more relevant questions," she said.

His gaze diverted for a brief instant. For the first time ever she couldn't glean what was going through his mind. Persian glanced up at him, but to her surprise, the cat sat still, steady, and most notably quite.

" I didn't realize how much there was to learn," he replied.

" That's your pitfall," she said.

" Perhaps," Giovanni said. " I can't learn everything in a day, or a week, or even an entire lifetime." He reached out to her. " My point is, I'm not supposed to be doing this alone."

" Your not," Missy said as she approached him. " You're going to have to trust me."

He pulled his hand back as she approached. " I trust you."

She kept her distance. " Than it's not nearly enough. I have no idea what your plans are."

" I don't have any major plans at the moment," he said.

Missy gawked in disbelief. " Your scientist and a team are hard work building weapons and you don't have a plan."

" I have a strategy, I have people all over the world looking for Team Flare. After hearing what Giratina had to say I sent a team to Kalos to conduct a more thorough investigation," he explained.

" To Lumiose?" she asked.

" Yes," he said before he let out a sigh. " There are so many things that I don't bring up, most of it isn't relevant to our mission."

" That's not my point," she said.

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at her. " Then what is it?"

She was pushing him too much, the last thing she needed was for him to get upset. He had gotten considerably better at controlling his emotions, but when came to Team Rocket he always became defensive. The strongest leaders in the galaxy were always mindful of their followers, but not to this degree. She decided to state her concerns and move on for the moment.

She took a breath and relaxed. "There's is a lack of transparency between us and that has to change."

His hand fell out of his pocket when the clatter of footsteps entered the room. A trio of elderly women stepped into the lobby. His eyes looked over the group momentarily.

Her grip tightened around the handle of the umbrella. Team Flare could be here right now for all they knew ready to attack them while they were busy arguing.

She watched the lively group of friends, they had hardly paid them any attention. To spite their lack observation she watched them leave to be sure they weren't a threat.

Giovanni accepted this as well and diverted his attention back to her. " This isn't the best place to talk about this." He stepped forward and offered her his hand. " But I think your right, we need to be more open with each other."

She took his hand and solidly shook it. " Then it's agreed."

She looked at then peered into his eyes. She took it and gave a solid shake. Just as the had engaged it their hand departed from one another.

He took her side and gestured ahead. " Shall we?"

" Let's go," Missy replied.

Mistress, are you going to tell him about us? Ninetails asked as she walked with them.

Not a chance, Missy replied as they rounded the corner.

But Mistress, you just had a whole conversation about the importance of trust, Ninetails said.

Can you imagine how he would react ninetails, Missy replied. She glanced down at the fox, the pokemon looked like she was going to be sick. He'd have you put on a dissecting table, and me, well, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

She continued to look ahead, falsely giving the impression of deep concern.

The approached a series of paned glass windows. She stopped and looked past the glass.

Before Missy was a massive marble floor. On either side of the center were stadium seats. The music hall was nearly at capacity. In the center a young man played the piano, the notes ebbed through the glass.

Giovanni stepped next to her and looked inside. " Do you listen to music?"

She took her attention away from the player. " I listen to it from time to time."

" How about you?" she asked.

" I find myself listening to records occasionally," he replied.

She was astonished by his answer. " Records?"

His eyes gleefully narrowed as he looked at the pianist. " They have excellent audio quality, sure you can re-create any work of music, but its the performance that counts."

" Let's have listen," Missy said as she walked off.

Giovanni was quick to follow her. " Alright."

" Alright let's see what we can glean," Missy said as she took his side.

They strolled along the corridor until they reached a set of double doors. Missy opened the door and stepped inside the concert hall. The stage was more like a large and very long arena. Bright and colorful hues glistened on the white marble. The colors originated from an elegant but natural stained glass window at the end of the concert hall.

A sign had been placed close to the entrance to the main hall.

For the comfort and safety of our guest.

Please return all outside pokemon to their pokeballs.

Giovanni leered at the sign before he reached into his jacket pocket. He drew persian's pokeball. He tapped the center button enlarging the pokeball. Persian meowed in protest. The cat slowly and apprehensively took a step back. Coldly he stared on as the bright red light overtook him.

He really didn't like that, of course, I don't think he understood it, Mistress, Ninetails quietly said.

The cats got a bit better, it's best not to draw attention to ourselves, Missy said as she took ninetails ball from her purse.

Ninetails looked down and nodded. Shame she had to get rid of another set of eyes, but she had to for the moment. She recalled the fox and tucked her ball into her purse.

The stadium seats were filled with many quiet and enchanted spectators. As she listened to the piece, Missy found herself mystified by the notes of the piano.

Giovanni stepped ahead he grinned as he took in the elegant sounds." Gaspard of the night, such a captivating piece."

Missy closed her eyes and took in the pianist playing. She could hear each and every keystroke and note perfectly. She warmly smiled as her eyes slowly opened. She looked over to Giovanni. He was equally captivated he wasn't focused on anything he just looked ahead.

Missy breathed in and allowed herself to relax. The piece was truly a work of its day and a presentation of the ages. It flowed like a melody through time, a brief melody. She dived in she had to admit it was an elegant piece. As the notes became more fractured and chaotic she felt a lesser degree of bliss.

" Too broad and broken, I can't say I'm a fan," she replied.

The soft and subtle sounds of footsteps brought took her back. On her right, a young sandy-haired, sleekly dressed usher approached them. Missy rolled her eyes in frustration the music was progressively growing worse by the moment. Now she had this matter to take care of.

" Can I see your tickets please?" he asked.

Missy flipped open the paper and lazily handed it to him. The piano notes became frenzied before slipping into a rolling melody once more. The music in this world was truly terrible. She glanced back at him, to her amusement he stared blankly at the paper.

" Is something wrong?" she asked.

" Ummm-" he studdered before offering her the paper. " It's just, it's opening day and well..." he trailed off.

She took the paper. " Well?"

" We weren't expecting you Misses Debussy," he said.

Her eyes shot over to the paper. She looked over her credentials, Diane Debussy, Graduate of the Kalos Institution of the Fine Arts, Composure, Song Writer... the list went on.

Giovanni put his hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to have a look. " Are you a fan of my wife's music?"

The usher's smile broke. " I adore the music she composes, magnificent, stunning, and every time I hear it I find myself entering new horizons."

" She has that effect," Giovanni replied.

He took the role so well. Missy couldn't help but blush.

Giovanni gestured to the pianist. " I have to ask who is this young pianist?"

" The pianist is Elliott Roth. That child fascinates me, I'm sure his experience can't compare to how your wife must play. I've listened to the recordings, I am deeply impressed and honored to be your company," he said.

Missy smiled as took the opportunity. " I hear the architect of this building was a fan as well."

The usher took a deep breath of exasperation. " Godey, the director. Of course, he's a fan. If you'd like I can let him know you're here."

Giovanni reached out to him. " Would it be possible for us to have an audience with the architect of this magnificent dedication to music?"

He put his hand on the back of his neck, the question had put him on edge. After a moment he replied, " I can ask around, I'm certain it won't be much of an issue. Please have a seat. I'll get back to you."

She and Giovanni nodded. A few steps down there was a pair of available seats. Missy stepped ahead of him and took the nearest.

He playfully grunted as he took the seat. " Looks like your a famous pianist again."

Missy crossed her arms and huffed. " At least I know how to play this time around."

She looked at the crowd they appeared to be captivated by the music. An elderly couple had their eyes closed and swayed with the piece. A group of young children smiled appearing to drift away with their imaginations. A young lady danced past Missy and Giovanni with peaceful bliss.

With a few short cords, the music ended. The pianist stood up and the crowd erupted into applause. Not wanting to draw attention to them, she politely clapped for a moment.

Elliot took a bow and allowed the applause to continue. After a moment he smiled as he showcased the room. " Thank you very much." He waited for the crowd to quite and when they did he continued, " For my final performance I'd like to introduce a new piece of music, a piece I wrote for a friend." His eyes softened as he looked over the audience. " I call it the Rapidash Steed."

The applause settled as he took his seat at the piano. For someone so young she had gotten everything she had expected. The opening notes had a certain ring to them. Faster than the last, more cheery and less mysterious. As he rolled the keys she smiled.

Giovanni glared onwards. " This is not what I had hoped for." He leaned into her. " Its almost a disgrace compared to his last performance."

She leaned into him. " It's cheery, happy, and I happen to like it."

He scoffed. " That makes one of us."

" You don't like cheery things?" she asked.

" I don't like cheery piano pieces with overstruck notes," he replied.

Soft and out of place footsteps crept up on the pair. Missy looked over and noticed that the usher had returned. He was very quick, Godey must have been a die-hard fan. She needed to do some quick research.

She smiled as he returned. " How did it go?"

He exchanged the look. " He was enthralled, he asked for you both to come up and join him in his private booth. He so graciously asked if you could play for us today."

Missy stood up. " Of course," she said not knowing what to play would be a problem. Still, the mission took precedence, she would hastily have to come up with a solution.

"We're more than happy to meet his acquaintance." Missy wearily looked up the stairs. "Can you take me to the ladies first I need to freshen up."

" Of course Misses Debussy," he said.

They took his lead. They left the main auditorium and entered the main corridor. They reached the windows end and entered a marble hallway. Just ahead was the familiar stairwell entrance to the balcony and beyond a sign stuck out from the top of the wall: Ladies.

She briskly walked past her companions. " If you'll excuse me."

She stepped ahead and carried herself like the wind. She rounded the corner and entered the elegant parlor. She stepped past the fine sofa's and coffee tables and entered the lavatory. She entered into the first stall and placed her purse on the hanger. With a quick thought, she teleported inside the tardis.

She hopped past the step and ran over the archive. With the press of a button, she did some quick reading on the person she charaded as.

She discovered Diana Debussy had been married for over a year. She had written close to forty pieces of music most of which were noteworthy and respected. Missy had a striking resemblance to the actual woman, who she learned was on Holiday in the Aloha Region.

She let out a sigh of relief. There was nothing that would stop their mission today. She smiled as she teleported outside of the tardis and left the ladies room.

The usher escorted the pair through a white marble isle. The walked past the audience and meandered through an exit. He took them through a hallway filled with pictures of musicians and composers of yesterday.

They climbed a grand spiral staircase and took a left entering another hall. The soon approached a set of eloquent cedar doors.

The usher stopped at the doors and opened the closest. " This way please."

She blushed, everyone was opening doors for her today.

" Thanks," she said.

Missy and Giovanni entered a grand balcony. Ahead of them were a few fine velvet chairs and a table at the center. Missy turned and took a seat next to Godey. He was dressed in a fine light blue suit. He looked over at her his soft brown eyes gazed at her for a moment.

He warmly smiled at them. " Misses and Mister Debussy, I am truly humbled by your company."

Giovanni reached out and shook his hand. " It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

Godey's smile widened as he took her hand. " The pleasure is all mine. Please take a seat."

Missy took the closest seat to Godey." Thank you, this is quite the show."

He leaned back in his chair and looked over the audience. "It brings me great pleasure to see so many enjoy this place of gathering and music."

He seemed to be in a state of simper, he shook his head and continued. " After the disaster of the first opening, I never expected so many to come to the second. Let alone the great Diana Debussy and her husband. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She looked at the audience and momentarily embraced their mood. " How could I miss such a grand occasion. You dedicated your life to this structure it would be a shame for it to go unnoticed. "

Giovanni leaned closer to her. " We wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Godey nodded. " It's quite the occasion. At the opening ceremony, the Mayor said today marked a new beginning for the Town of Alamos."

" Might I ask what inspired such work?" she asked.

Godey's eyes softened as reminisced. " The idea came to me in a dream. On a late winters afternoon, I dozed off. I dreamt of a cathedral that touched the sky, a wonder that played music for the heavens and the masses. Now my dream has come to pass. What do you make of it Miss Debussy?"

Missy chose her words carefully. Whoever she was she was clearly revered in this day and age.

" I think its everything you wanted and more. Its magnificence alone could not describe what it means to this world and community. I think it's a grand place," she gently said.

" It is, it really is," Godey replied.

They gazed out at the audience a young male dressed in a lavender penguin tuxedo had taken center stage. He waved to the crowd before introducing himself. " Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I am Giuseppe Irving, today I'll be playing a piece I hold dear to my heart. Without further ado, I present Flight of the Noctowl."

The crowd erupted into applause as he took the piano. His opening notes were bold.

Missy looked over to Godey and asked, " I have to ask what was the other architect's ambition?"

Godey let out a long-drawn sigh then frowned." Lysandre, he also had a passion for music. When we started this project he said to me he wanted a place to showcase songs of the ages. A place where all could hear the music of the divine and the day. He spent a good deal of time designing the cogs and chimes. He fabricated an acoustic system. Together we created the disk and collected music from all over the world. Short pieces mostly, Lysander did devise a more grand secondary system."

" A secondary system?" Missy inquired.

Godey looked at her and then ahead. " Yes, it was more complex capable of so much more then what I envisioned. We attempted to put it back, it was an ingenious system truly remarkable."

He paused in to reminisce, " I remember opening night, I had just come back there was an emergency involving my daughter. He told me everything was ready, the party was growing impatient. We gave a brief speech and opened the doors. The music he chose... " he trailed off.

Godey looked down as if he were disappointed. " I'd never heard anything so dreadful before that night, well played but dreadful and then..." his word drifted off with him and for a brief moment, he was terrified. " I'm sure you've read the paper Misses Debussy."

" Of course, it was unfortunate," the sharp keystrokes, caught her attention and for a moment she listened. " Your, concierge mentioned me playing today," Missy mentioned trying to take Godey's mind off the topic.

Godey looked at her his eyes were filled with tenderness. " I am humbled by your generous offer. " He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pamphlet. He looked it over briefly and said. " I think we can slip you in just before the intermission."

He handed Missy the pamphlet. She looked it over making not of all the pieces that will be played and that had been played in the show. She pondered what she knew and then decided what she would play. Graciously she handed the pamphlet back to Godey.

He looked to Missy and then to Giovanni. " I would be honored if you and your wife joined me for dinner."

Giovanni put his thumb to his chin. Missy looked over at him and mouthed off the words no. That look in his eyes was playfull deviant she got the impression he would say yes just to bother her.

Missy smirked at him. " Sweetie, we have plans for this evening."

Giovanni rolled his eyes at her words. " It nearly slipped my mind, but we'll have to decline. We have been planning this getaway for some time. Perhaps we'll join you in the future."

Godey gave a respectful nod. " Perhaps some other time."

Missy glanced over to Giovanni. He looked smug he relaxed in his seat.

They were in Godey's company for a while. They paid great attention to the various artist performing.

A man with a fiddle wowed the audience with a story about the devil and a trip to Azalea Town looking for a soul to steal, he was a remarkable fiddle player. A flamboyant opera singer sang a song about a man named Figaro.

The trio was delighted by a group that used machines to make music. The trio reveled in their conversation during the interments between performances.

After nearly two hours the usher that brought them in returned. Missy frowned at his arrival, she had to admit they were having a good time.

The usher approached them. " Misses Debussy we've arranged for you to play soon."

Missy looked up at him and gingerly smiled. " Alright." She turned to Godey and offered her hand. " It was a pleasure to be in your company."

He took her hand. " And a delight to be in yours. I look forward to listening to you play."

With those words, he released her hand. Giovanni to her side and together they walked into the hallway.

As they passed the elegant portraits of famous musicians Missy fished around her purse. She placed her hand on top of the black controller and began a search. In a split second, she discovered a piece of music that the actual Diana Debussy was going to release later in the year.

She pressed the print button telepathically. She felt the tardis twinge as it began to print out the sheets of music. It was an odd feeling, she shrugged as they walked forward.

" What will you play for us today?" the usher asked.

Missy teleported the printed sheet of music and looked at the title. " The Spring Waltz."

Giovanni looked over the papers. " Are you sure you can play that?"

Missy looked over the notes and cords and went over every detail. The piece had been written for a piano, she was certain she could pull it off.

" I've only been playing for a few hundred years," she whispered back.

The usher leads them down the hall and down an elegant spiral staircase. They walked onto the main level through another elegant corridor. They came across a lonely wooden door the sign above informed her that it was a stage entrance.

The usher opened the door for them. " This way, I look forward to hearing you play."

Missy cracked a smile. " Believe me when I say it will be out of this world."

" That's what they usually say Misses Debussy," he replied.

They turned a corner and walked briefly before entering a white set of double doors. They entered a side hall that was the entrance to the stage.

The usher looked at Missy and blushed, he smiled as he held the door for her. The pair stepped into a narrow corridor, the passage was brightened by the stage ahead.

Giovanni took her side. " I look forward to hearing this."

Missy rolled her eyes. " You'll never hear anything like it again."

His eyes widened with his smile. " Don't break a leg."

Missy turned and placed her hand on her hip. " It's go break a leg."

His eyes narrowed with his confusion. Missy let out a laugh as she turned. For a human, he had a lot to learn.

As she approached the stage the announcer took her side.

He leaned into her. " Misses Debussy, I am enthused to meet your acquaintance."

She let out a sigh of annoyance. " Believe me the pleasure is all mine."

" What should I say to the crowd?" he asked.

" Just tell them who I am, I'll take care of the rest," she replied.

" Ladies and Gentlemen we have a very special guest," he announced.

As Missy approached the stage she turned and glanced back at Giovanni. He leaned into the hallway wall. As he watched her he smirked. She stepped in front of the piano, the cheers from the audience erupted.

Missy opened her arms and embraced the crowd. " Well, it's good to see that most of you know me." She winked at the announcer and grinned in return before he walked off. " I'm not much of a speaker," she said, not sure what the real woman would say. " I'd like to play a very special piece for you all, introducing The Spring Waltz."

The audience gently applauded as Missy sat on the piano bench. She counted to three and began.

Her fingers gently moved across the keys as she played the melody. It was like riding a bike, every note flowed into the next. Her expression changed to one of simper as she engaged the pedal and brought down the notes. It felt like time travel, as she approached the end of the piece she could feel the reaction of the audience.

They were stunned by her playing and mourned as she struck the final keys. She brought up the circle and gently ended the piece. There was a long pause, and then it happened the audience burst into cheers and praise. Missy stood up and looked at them all.

The announcer warmly smiled as he approached. " Ladies and Gentlemen what a fantastic piece of music." They erupted into cheers again. He simply smiled and waited for them to calm. " Like all good things, sometimes we must take a break from them. Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a one-hour intermission. Fine confections and drinks can be found in the lobby. We look forward to your return."

There was a disruption in the audience as people left their announcer turned and thanked her before walking away. Missy blushed before she made her way to the corridor and back to Giovanni.

He was deeply impressed, it was the gentle look in his eyes that gave it away. " You play like your twelve hundred."

She smirked before rolling her eyes. " I'm still a few years shy," she replied as she walked forward she gestured for him to join her. "Let's see what secrets this cathedral holds."

They made their way back into the hallway. They turned left and made their way to the main parlor. The room was filled with patrons and vendors.

Missy noticed Eliott talking with a few younger ladies. He glanced over at her and smiled. Missy and Giovanni turned when he called out to them.

" Misses and Mister Debussy," a gentle voice called out.

Missy turned to the sound and faced Elliot Roth. He warmly smiled at the pair before he waved them over. She looked over to Giovanni, he was annoyed by the action. Instead, of rejecting the invitation he walked over first. She watched him for a moment, he had become very confident.

As Giovanni approached he offered his hand. "Elliot Roth."

Elliot took it and gave it a shake. " Mister Debussy."

Missy took Giovanni's side. " It's a pleasure to meet you."

Elliot let go of Giovanni's hand and graciously smiled. " I am truly honored to be in your company. Your playing was something not of this world, I dare say the rumors are true, you really are spectacular."

Missy blushed at the compliment. " With practice comes perfection."

" Darling you really are perfection," Giovanni said before he put his arm around her.

" I must say you are an extraordinary couple," Elliot said.

A younger girl took his side. " Elliot, they're serving slowpoke tails."

He looked at her and smiled. " Darling have you met the Debussy's?"

She looked over at them and offered her hand. " It's a pleasure to meet you."

" Pleasure," Giovani deadpanned. " Your playing is impressive Mister Roth."

Elliot blushed in flattery. " It's trivial compared to your wives. Misses Debussy, I must ask what inspired such a piece?"

She was startled by the question. She looked at him for a moment and wondered what brought on such a curiosity. He genuinely wanted to get to know them. In the heat of the moment, she came up with an answer.

" The bloom of the first flowers after the last snow," Missy said.

Elliot and his companion graciously smiled. They had been touched by her words. It became clear to her that whoever this woman was she had to be brilliant.

Giovanni reached out to them in a manner that was poetically expressive. " Her way of viewing of things could be considered out of this world. Mister Roth my wife and I were on our way out for a constitutional. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Elliot glanced at Missy and Giovanni before he nodded. " Well if you happen to have an avian pokemon on you. I might recommend you two fly to the top of the tower. The balcony has an incredible view. Flew up there this morning to watch the sunrise, well I recommend seeing it for yourselves." The look he gave them was one of gratification.

Missy smiled. " My husband and I were hoping to see the heart of this musical monument."

Elliot's grin broadened. " It happens to be up there as well, I don't want to keep you two." He bowed then said, " Good day."

With those words, he and his companion walked off. They meandered their way through the gathering. The ladies he spoke with began to chat with one another. Their words were like a buzz. Missy turned to Giovanni and gave a smug look. He disregarded it as he walked off.

Missy quickly took his side and the pair made their way to a double glass door that leads outside.

They walked through the exit and entered a Spanish style patio. Elegant glass tables with colorful umbrellas. The path that leads the way was filled with monkshood. The purple flower gave a shaded elegance to the stonework.

Missy and Giovanni briskly strolled past it entering the brick path of the garden. Persian had calmed down, Missy glanced over. Ninetails and persian both looked stunned by the gardens beauty.

Ahead of them was a grand fountain. The fountain was guarded by statues of mesprit, azelf, and uxie. A manaphy crowned the top of the fountain.

A couple dressed in white summer attire sat near the fountain. They held on another in their warm embrace as they watched the water dance in the stonework. The pressure pushed it up and the water flowed elegantly through the carved spillways.

" Such an artistic highlight in this garden," she said.

Her partner nuzzled her. " I think we're the best part."

With those words, they kissed. Missy rolled her eyes at the sight of human affections.

Giovanni leered over. " They are a cute couple."

Missy let out a sigh. " Humans."

Missy and Giovanni walked past them and strolled through entering a path lined with willows.

" We're not all that bad," he replied. " Sometimes we just get to full of ourselves and then were swept away by our emotions."

" Right, that's what destroys it for your people," she replied.

They walked past other couples and groups. Before they found a secluded garden of iris and white violets. A few fablee floated amongst the flowers. Missy looked over the tower. In between the spires was a suspended room.

" That must be the room Elliot was talking about," Missy said as she entered the coordinates. She offered Giovanni her hand. " Shall we?"

He took her hand and replied, " Always an adventure with you."

With the tap of a button, they arrived at the edge of the staircase. Missy turned and peeked around the corner. To her dismay, she spotted Lysandre and his companion the Professor. Both of which were busy working on a large machine. It's pipes and strings protruded from its steel base, in the center, a stone disk stood still.

Lysandre turned a nob on the machine. " It's still repairable."

The Professor leered over the nobs. " Alright, I'll send some of my little darklings to protect this creation. I wouldn't want Team Rocket getting in the way."

Lysandre leaned against his creation. " I don't foresee them being a problem. Matori told me that their leader didn't suspect a thing, didn't know we existed, we'll not until recently." He let out a long-drawn sigh before he smiled. " I can say with certainty time is not on their side."

Missy recalled what she had read in the archive and what Palkia had said. The time realm was in chaos. She wondered what they were doing here?

The Professor smirked at his remark. " I can see I've taught you well."

" We learn best from our errors," he said.

" Last time," The Professor said as she grimaced. " If we are to do this again it can't be a disaster like our last attempt. We must acquire the symbol to bring harmony to the realms."

" I'm aware, it's a shame they didn't fix the secondary music system." Lysandre scoffed as he crossed his arms. " Godey..." he trailed off. " Timid mild manner Godey. We're going to have to skip ahead to fix this."

" Lysandre, you're a good student. Come we should get back, I'll have to improve the schematics so we don't have a repeat of last time," she said.

She brought up her arm and revealed a vortex manipulator. Her fingers coldly calculated the coordinates.

Missy drew her screwdriver and focused on the device. As the Professor finished placing in the destination. Her screwdriver hummed as it informed her of the time, place, and destination.

The professor and Lysandre smiled at one another as they took each other's hands. The Professor pressed the button and in a flash of brilliant white light, they disappeared.

Giovanni looked at Missy. " What did the screwdriver say?"

Missy peered into the crystal. " They're going to Lumiose City, I've got their coordinates."

She took a step forward and entered the elegant glass hallway. It felt like they were walking on the sky. The land below the horizon was green and filled with new life. They entered the center room and looked over the intricate workings of the machine.

" We need to find out what they're after," she said as they stepped into the room.

She remembered the location before she turned her attention to the heart of the cathedral. As they stepped forward the wooden floor creaked. They walked to a machine that housed a massive stone disk.

She looked over the gear mechanics it was much like a music box. It was a very large and complex music box. Giovanni took her side. He stepped ahead of her and walked behind the machine. Missy followed him together they gazed at massive gears, and strings strung mounted at the top.

The wires fell to the bottom of the box and ranged out. They all connected to various mountings. Missy drew her screwdriver and amplified the light. She noticed that some of the strings connected to crystals.

Missy knelt down and peered at the wires connected to the crystals. It didn't make sense to her crystals didn't form a sound they resinated it.

" Any idea what this is?" Giovanni asked.

" No, I've never seen anything like it before," she answered as she waved her screwdriver.

It informed her of what she saw. None of this made any sense to her. She looked over the wires " Screwdriver doesn't have any answers. We should follow them and see what they're up to."

She looked over at Giovanni he nodded and drew his cell phone. He spent a minute or so on it typing vigorously. He looked down at it then placed it in his pocket.

" Teams on it," he said.

Missy smirked and replied," Teams always on it for you."

Giovanni smiled and gave a satisfied look." That's the power of man."

Missy scoffed. " You really have learned something."

" Only what I didn't realize before," Giovanni replied.

" There's a difference between power and force," she replied.

Giovanni laughed at the notion then replied, " True power lies in knowledge. Knowing your enemy well, the history and the landscape can turn the tide of any battle."

Missy rolled her eyes at this. " Only to a certain degree. Wisdom gained is knowledge known, power is knowing how to apply it."

He stepped away from the gearbox and made his way to the balcony. He looked over the vast horizon. A few starvia flew past them.

Missy looked out past the lake she could see the countryside in the light of the afternoon sun. In the distance, a windmill slowly turned in the breeze.

" This is your world, what a magnificent place," she said.

Giovanni stepped next to her and took her hand. " It really is."

They gazed at the scenery momentarily before Missy turned her attention to her wrist. She released Giovanni's hand as she entered the coordinates her screwdriver had provided. She took his arm with the press of a button, the lush landscape faded into darkened hues.

Authors Notes: I'm slowing down on the updates. I've had many personal matters to attend to over the past couple of months. I have much to deal with regarding my personal life.

I'm going keep updating as much as I can and work on the final six chapters of this story. It's written, but, every time I prepare to post I go through and I add a lot of details. It takes me awhile to bring a chapter to the level of quality I want. If your interested there is a working link in my profile that will take you my profile on fictionpress. I have some other stories I've been working on.