"Morning, sleepy head."

-Anonymous

The morning sun started to show itself over the white mountain. Most people were still asleep, but a few were up. It was cold at such a high altitude that just leaving the warm bed was a bad idea, but for four people, that wasn't going to work for that morning. A soldier walked to a jeep that would be easy to pull out and to just warm it up. The other headed for then tent that Mac and Zev slept in. Pulling the opening back and letting the cold morning air go through, he woke them up, "Morning."

Mac groaned and lifted his head. "Up," he muttered. Zev wasn't up, so Mac just started to shake him. When Zev was awake, Mac dragged him out of the blankets and up and walking. Now following the soldier, they headed for the jeep. It wasn't hard to guess where Mac and Zev were suppose to sit, there was only room for two in the front (both soldiers were occupying.) The back was cover by a tent and blocked the view in the cab, it wouldn't allow them to see up ahead. It also didn't look warm and Mac guessed that there weren't comfortable seats. The two got in, Mac had to help Zev up. The inside only had wooden two seats, one on each side. There was a lot of room above and around them, so at least it wasn't going to be a tight ride to who knows where.

When the two got seated, the jeep started and vibrated from the engine. Suddenly, someone jumped on the bumper and got in the back. Mac and Zev were too tired to notice that when they saw someone coming in, they jumped back.

The person was short, only about six inches taller than Zev. They couldn't tell by the shadow if it was a boy or girl exactly, but their arms and legs were straight except at the elbows and knees (from what appeared under the uniform.) Their head and body also looked completely straight with no neck. The person came in, almost ignoring Mac and Zev, and sat at the opposite end of Mac's seat, closest to the hole. He could then see a bit more detail of the person, they were also a Pokemorph. A Quilava morph actually. The only thing that didn't make since was that neither Mac or Zev remembered a Quilava hybrid. Their fur was an olive green on their back while everything on the front half of their body was a dull yellow. They had no other hair. But the clothing was a bit odd for the area at the time. It was a grey and heavy coat that was probably too big for the Pokemorph. The person also wore a matching pair of pants held by a black leather belt and brown boots.

"Oh, guess they didn't tell me they found some," Mac then recognized them as a girl about Mac's age. The jeep then started to move and the silent ride started.

The Quilava girl just looked outside at the path they have covered, Mac just looked at the ground and at Zev, while Zev just looked around and sometimes watch what the stranger was doing. The girl pulled something from her left coat pocket, a golden locket in the shape of a heart. She popped it open without noticing that Zev was watching. A picture of a male, it was hard to tell his age, up against a white wall and his hand extended as if he was holding a camera. Someone else was holding on to him tightly as if they were a couple, Zev noticed it was the Quilava girl herself.

"Who's that?" Zev asked.

"Him?" she looked up at Zev in a bit of a surprise from the silence, "Oh, just a friend of mine at home…"

Mac then looked over at the picture. He couldn't make much detail of the exact location, it looked like a party at someone's house and the two were on the black bed. He looked at the boy's face, he was probably about Mac's age as well. He had a weak and gentle smile while his possible love held him tightly around the chest. The two only showed happiness as the picture was taken, Mac couldn't see a sign on his face or body posture that was almost typical of a fragile relationship. But it was that picture that made Mac wondered, did that boy, an human, honestly loved the Pokemorph?

"Curious to, huh?" the Quilava girl noticed Mac looking at the picture for a bit. Mac looked away and was about to say something, but the girl said something first, "A lot of people tend to ask me questions about this pictures. I haven't found any reason to get rid of it when we're still together."

She shifted up in her seat. "I'm Kalli," she first introduced herself, "I guess the best thing to do is to start from the beginning.

"I was about twelve when I was turned into what I am now. I don't know whether to say it was a curse or a blessing, anything seemed better than living on the streets…just waiting for death to finally take me out of my misery. While I was actually fed and given a decent place to sleep for four years, that was when he came," Kalli then looked at the picture again, "He said he was forced to come and learn everything about that factory when his grades in high school showed no flaws. He was the leader's son and was then expected to run it in the family heritage in his dad's place. The one thing they didn't see though was that he was very soft hearted, he couldn't stand the idea of turning people into something that wasn't normal.

"But it was probably when we meet that made this picture. See, every time we could see each other, he would always look at me specifically. It was never anyone else, I am sure of it. But whenever I look back at him, he would look away and pretend he wasn't paying attention to me or something. It was then that his father was reported but his employee's about his son's continues glances. Knowing his bashfulness, he set it up that if his son was to take his place, he'll need someone to guide him. Someone to actually give an opinion."

"Wait," something then just flicked into Mac's mind about a little partner to spy on the prisoners, "What was his dad's name?"

"General Skyler, why?"

"Oh, nothing," Mac looked back at the floor.

"Well," Kalli continued, "It was a way for him to actually break the bashfulness of his son, and perhaps get him to agree about Pokemorphs. We were suppose to be social able, which didn't happen at first. But for silence, I was treated royalty at the time. It didn't take long before we started talking, my prince finally couldn't take the silence any longer. That is how this picture was taken. He bought a golden locket for me, how he wasn't allowed to tell. Since then, I never could really stop thinking about him when I'm away. He'll do anything for me, even when it included loosing everything of his."

Mac took the statement lightly. He guessed that the boy got away with Kalli and lost everything that could have been his. "David," Kalli continued while looking at the picture, "Managed to free everyone by making his dad going crazy and commit suicide. When he told me the plan, I begged him to find an alternative or not worry about it. He insisted that he had to." It was then that she closed the locket and put it in the same pocket. Mac looked out the opening and thought where they were. It was a street and Mac could barely see wooden buildings lined up on each side. Kalli then closed it. "They don't want to see us," she said, "They usually don't want to feel sorry for us."