Ms. Anabel talked a lot about her past. And I gave the best answer I could. The more she explained, the more it made me believed that she is a 'Returnee'. I just made the sign for those who went inside and came out of the wormhole. And also for the countermeasure for those 'fallen', who went inside the wormhole and never came out. In this case, she might be the first person to come out of the wormhole unless those from higher-ups hide info from us.
From what she explained, she checked her past data. The girl named Anabel indeed fell into a wormhole. There was no other accident mentioning Anabel. One day she completely disappeared from her room. The location of Anabel was unknown too. There was also unstable aetheric energy inside her room. The deduction, the wormhole must have opened inside her room pulling her inside it.
When she asked people, no one had recognized her. Ms. Anabel was supposed to be a tomboy girl with light purple short hair with a completely chopping board chest. And from further investigation, the time when Ms. Anabel disappeared hasn't been much. Barely a week or something. So, it was unruly that she got so much factor in just a week. Talk about envious. Also, her hair shouldn't have been so long in just a week. In another word, the messed up sense of time. This had always been a hypothesis for me but her story proved it. The wormholes aren't just capable of connecting two different dimensions, they are capable of connecting with different points in time.
Now I really want to ask her about what kind of place she ended up. Too bad she has amnesia. What's with this sense of loss. Though I don't know where she went and how time works there, the fact doesn't change that she managed to make her body into jealous things for girls and came back to her own timeline. Yes, in just a week. I wonder if there would be two Ms. Anabel(s) if she had messed with the timeline. With all that said, I did gain something from her though I doubt I would put those into work. In response, I told her how wormhole works and etc. I wonder she got the answer she was looking for and that was all I could tell her. I'm sorry that I have never been inside the wormhole.
And with that, our little conversation came to an end which wasn't planned out when Wicke gave me the call. On a side note, I checked her with the device and found out that her body was indeed filled with aether energy. It was amazing but somehow wasn't really harmful toward her body. At least there are no symptoms anywhere. Well, except for getting chased by mutants.
Finally coming to the conclusion of our little talk, we decided to end everything and went back but just then, I saw a shadow behind the door from the corner of my eyes. I decided to chase after it without thinking much, but the shadow had already disappeared the moment I reached the door. As unathletic and slow as I am, I can't believe how fast the shadow reacted. Just who was it? I don't know but I will never forgive it for pulling all these. And from the way it was listening to us, it was indeed after the wormhole. I really pulled the big card there, didn't I?
Ms. Anabel caught up to me and asked, "What is wrong?" To which, I just shook my head. Clutching my arms into a fold, I let go of the anger and mentioned her to let's go back. On the bright side, we became real friends too. Ms. Anabel -or only Anabel now told me that I don't have to call her Miss or anything. I did the same so we can now call each other without any honorifics. Honestly, this wasn't a plan but it was nice to have more friends. I know someone was trying to use me and Anabel but I couldn't care less about it. If I think about it without any lead, it would just start to hurt my head. I don't think I'm stupid enough to do something to hurt myself.
-Maybe I spoke a little too soon as at the time I had no idea that I would be fighting a certain death battle in a few hours.
After all the little drama, we went back to where everyone was. I decided to help Anabel as best as I could. After all, she is my friend (just made). I am not doing so to make myself look like an adult. I ain't doing so for a selfish reason, nope, not at all. I don't care if I have an adult body or not. I ain't thinkin' of messing with a timeline to get myself an adult body. I will eventually get to the point, no point messing with time at all. Yes, if anything, it is for the sake of research. Research over time and space.
Leaving all those unnecessary thoughts aside, since I vowed to myself not to misuse my research, I looked around where I couldn't see anyone except Wicke and the comedian Looker. Looks like everyone was getting ready in their 'Ultra Suits' for the upcoming troublesome. From Wicke's explanation, there was some sort of disturbance outskirt of the Melemele island. Though she told it on the phone, having been informed in person sure had some pressure. So, because of that, the members of the UG are preparing for the upcoming disturbance. And repugnant point was, now I am the part of the Ultra Guardian. Well, I am still in the safe zone, yup, nothing to do with me. ...I wonder what's with this uneasy feeling welling up inside my stomach. My stomach... It hurts. I can go home, right?
Leaving the future problem to my amazing future self, I nudged Wicke. Since nothing to do but to wait for the member of UG, I whispered about the main topic I wanted to discuss, which was undoubtedly about those research papers. As expected, even Wicke had no idea about the papers and the shadow. Is Aether Paradise really going to be ok with such security? Well, not much I can do. Handle it well, my dear future self.
While the UG members are preparing themselves for the upcoming turbulence, I decided to handle things over my parts. Remember I did mention that we have two things to handle. Oh, and the case of Anabel was added to the list after we got here. It doesn't count. Anyway, leaving that aside, I asked Wicke about the outcome of the item I handed to her.
Politely asking the members of the international police to wait, we went toward the certain room that was studying the single Pokeball. Yes, you heard that right. The whole room was created just to study a single Pokeball. And the only purpose of the room was to study that single Pokeball. It may sound stupid but don't take that Pokeball lightly.
We both made our way toward the middle of the room where the Pokeball was levitating due to the presence of electromagnetic levitation. The Pokeball looked normal without anything special about it except the small chain surrounding it, attached towards it from both sides. It has been a month since I handed this Pokeball to Wicke. Prior to that, I always wore it around my neck like some ornaments. I don't know why but I always felt kinda ease when the Pokeball was with me.
Then, why did I gave such an important item for research purposes? Because the damn thing can't catch the pokemon. On that note, it can't catch mutants either. Since I keep this Pokeball with me all the time, I wish it would catch a pokemon. Well, I am ok with it not catching but it kinda felt weird. So, that's why I sent it so as to figure out its problem. Naturally, there are two reasons why a Pokeball won't catch a pokemon... Either the Pokeball is damaged or the Pokeball already caught the pokemon.
Since it has been a month I sent it, I threw away the reason for it being damaged away. Figuring out the damaged ball won't take time. So, the reason must be the second one. The Pokeball had already caught the pokemon. Then, tell me why the freaking thing is empty? Does natural air consider the pokemon nowadays? Also, the Pokeball had caught the pokemon was strongly supported by Wicke's explanation. The Pokeball had indeed registered the pokemon and even provided the registered ID for it. Except even Wicke couldn't find out what kind of pokemon was that. And not a single ID matches with existence.
You may think that what is all this register shit but I will have you know that it is a very important part of the Pokeball. For example, say that you and your partner both had taken out the male Pikachu. No shiny and such, same height, weight, and nature. So, both of you tried to recall back your pokemon. Why do you think you can recall back your own pokemon? When you catch a pokemon, the Pokeball will scan the structure and DNA of the said pokemon. The process takes time (three shakes) so, if pokemons aren't weakened, then the pokemon would break free during the process of registering and damaging the Pokeball. Bonus: Sometimes you can use the id no. to win a freaking gift. Catch and trade pokemon for more fabulous prizes. Who knows, maybe you could actually win a Master ball. Tch, just go and be ha...pp...y if you were to win.
Ahem, anyway leaving aside all my dark curses, did I caught some kind of invisible pokemon. Despite the registered ID, it should have shown what kind of pokemon was registered. Now, this is just sad. Having nothing to do, Wicke returned my Pokeball to me. Kinda impulsive that the pokemon was registered but couldn't be seen. Having nothing to do, I took back the Pokeball and wear it around my neck. How is it? Kinda cute, right? Ehehehe!
Ah! anyway having reunited back with my dear Pokeball with whom I was separated for a month, Wicke dropped the bombshell, "Your SKIN is finally here... Taadaa!" What's with that sound effect? Just so you know, I am not HAPPY at all to get myself a SKIN. What a pain...