Druddigon was knocked out. Kenya was buried under a layer of snow. She grunted, getting up. She spotted Bianca nearby, recovering. Andrew was nowhere to be seen.

"Andrew?" Kenya rose on unsteady legs. "Hey!" Bianca jumped at the sudden shout. "Hey, Andrew! Where are you?" Kenya walked in a circle, looking around. In the sky, the frigate was visible. It slowly faded into the distance.

"They took him," Bianca said.

"No!" Kenya ran in the direction of the frigate. "Andrew!" She waved her arms in the air as if they'd see her and turn around.

She couldn't do anything.

She was powerless.

No value.

Worthless.

Kenya groaned, staring at Druddigon's Pokeball.

"I can't even look him in the eye anymore." She turned the Pokeball in her hand. "How could I? I failed. I let them take him, and it was all my fault." The Pokeball offered no advice. She was sure if Druddigon could talk, it would share her sentiment. She rolled out of bed and packed up her stuff. It'd been a few hours since they'd arrived in Mistralton.

Kenya headed out of the pokemon center, looking around. She recognized a few people, if only scarcely. She wandered the city, feeling lightheaded. She was electrocuted. She wondered if that was a common side effect.

Skyla was standing outside of the Poke Mart, speaking with some trainers.

"I'll battle you when the gym is rebuilt."

"That could take months!" A guy shouted. Kenya walked by, heading for Route 7. She noticed Andrew and a few others. Bianca, Cheren, and a girl she didn't recognize. Bianca spotted Kenya and elbowed Andrew. Kenya quickened her pace, hurrying out onto Route 7. She waded through a few patches of neck-high grass before spotting the tower.

It was a tall blue tower extending high into the sky. Kenya stared at it for a moment. She approached it cautiously, a soft breeze washing over her. The entrance was an empty doorframe. She peered inside, taking in the first floor. There were two rows of tombstones. She wandered inside, glancing over the names in the dim light.

A stairwell led to the next floor. Kenya followed it, running a hand along the cold railing. She traveled through the next three floors, reading over plaques. She found a woman on the fourth floor, kneeling in front of a tombstone. Kenya silently watched her for a moment.

"Hello there." The woman's voice was tired and raspy. "Who might you be?"

"I'm Kenya."

"Have you ever lost someone, Kenya?" Kenya didn't answer. "Its fine if you don't want to share." The woman adjusted a vase, placing a bouquet inside. "It's none of my business." Without a word, Kenya continued up the stairs.

Bianca elbowed me and pointed. Kenya was slipping out to Route 7. Cheren and Mary looked as well.

"I wonder where she's going," Cheren said, unconcerned. Bianca gave me a pointed look.

"I know, I'm going."

I saw Kenya go into Celestial Tower. I debated to myself whether I should follow her in. It wasn't much of a debate. I marched inside. The place was quiet. I paid the tombstones little attention and continued upstairs. There was a woman on the fourth floor. She said nothing. I continued out onto the roof.

Kenya was sitting on the edge of the bell platform. There was a strong warm breeze. The sky around us seemed strangely foggy. I couldn't see the ground below through the dense fog. It was as if a sphere of fog was surrounding the tower. Kenya was staring down; she hadn't noticed me.

"Kenya." I stepped out onto the platform. Kenya jumped, turning around.

"Oh, it's just you." I offered a smile. Kenya didn't return the smile. "Hi." I sat down next to Kenya, eyeing the bell.

"I read about this place." I gestured to the bell. "In a book."

"It's for mourning," Kenya said dully.

"Yeah." We were silent for a few minutes. I watched the fog roll below us.

"I was scared." Kenya gave me a sidelong look. "I was terrified." I locked my hands together, shifting. "I'd never been in a situation like that. I was locked up, wasn't sure if I'd ever get out. It was so cold."

"I'm sorry." I blinked. What was she apologizing for?

"What?"

"It's my fault they took you." I raised my eyebrows.

"That's absurd."

"It's not absurd!" Kenya snapped. "I was right there! I couldn't even do anything! I was useless! And then Mistralton!" She turned her eyes on me. "I wasn't even there." I was at a loss. "Worthless."

"Don't say that," I spoke without thinking. Kenya lowered her head. She went silent.

"Andrew, do you think Druddigon is disappointed in me?" I scratched my head, unsure what to make of the question.

"You just won't give up, will you?" I got up, pacing behind her. "I didn't tell Bianca this. But, I can hear Pokemon." Kenya cocked her head.

"What?"

"I can hear their thoughts… Or something." She stared blankly at me.

"And you're gonna tell me that Druddigon thinks I'm the best trainer in the world?" I stifled a laugh.

"I don't know about that. But I do know Druddigon loves you." I stopped pacing. "Druddigon's love for you is unconditional, even if you were the worse trainer in the world."

"I probably am." I sighed and approached the bell. Kenya watched me over her shoulder as I ran my hand over the cold surface of the bell.

"Do you know why this bell is special?"

"No." I tried to wave her over. She didn't budge.

"This bell can display the nature of whoever rings it." Kenya raised an eyebrow.

"What does that even mean?"

"Why don't you quit feeling sorry for yourself and come find out." I offered Kenya a hand. She stared at me, stunned, for a moment. She took my hand, and I pulled her onto her feet.

"Well? What's supposed to happen?" I tapped the bell.

"When you ring the bell, the sound will reflect you." She glanced between me and the bell.

"Reflect me?"

"I'm not sure what that means exactly, to be honest." I shrugged. "The book was pretty vague." Kenya reached for the clapper, hesitant. She paused and retracted her hand.

"I-I can't."

"Why not?" Kenya stared down at her hand.

"I don't think you'll like what you'll see."

"Who cares what I like," I said without a thought. Kenya eyed the clapper. "Well, let me help. I took Kenya's hand and guided it to the clapper.

"What if we did it together?" I nodded.

"As long as you don't wuss out on me." Kenya scoffed, placing her hand on the clapper. I hesitantly placed mine over hers.

"On three." I swallowed hard.

"One." Kenya shifted beside me.

"Two."

"Three."

We rang the bell.

Suddenly the fog vanished, revealing a cloudy sunset. It had gotten late.

The sound of the bell reverberated through the sky, seeming to bounce back and forth around us. Kenya stepped back, gazing out to the world below. Her blue hair whipping around in the wind. Her eyes seeming to glisten in the light. Her lips turned up into a smile. She wasn't just the spitting image of Lenora. She was Kenya. She was…

"You're beautiful."

"What?" Kenya turned to me. The echo of the bell slowly quieted.

"I said you look beautiful." Kenya blinked.

"Oh. If you say so."

"Oh, shut up and take the compliment." I turned away from her. Kenya chuckled.

"You just surprised me, is all," she admitted. "I never expected to hear something like that from you." She turned her attention to the view. "The bell cleared the fog; how do you think it did that?" I shrugged.

"Maybe we're just great people." Kenya laughed.

"That's rich." The sun slowly disappeared over the horizon. A chill was setting in.

"We should get out of here before a ghost tries to eat our faces." I nodded at the stairs.

"Wait. Andrew." Kenya grabbed my arm. "I appreciate this."

"What?"

"You went out of your way to try and cheer me up," Kenya said. "You're beautiful too."

"Thanks. I guess." Together, we returned to Mistralton City. Kenya immediately went to take a shower to 'wash all of the evil spirits off of her.' I found Cheren and Bianca in the lobby, playing checkers. I sat down next to Cheren. Bianca took a bite out of a candy bar.

"I think I have feelings for Kenya."