"Well I am a Ghost Pok'emon," Gastly comforted the girl, "Perhaps one day I will meet the one you love, and when I do I will remind him that his Maiden still longs for his return."
She smiled. "Thank you, Gastly..." Then disappeared once more into her statue.
One day, thought Gastly. And in how many thousands of years will that be?
But he hated to see such a sweet young lady so lonely and lost. Ghost Pok'emon could live a few hundred years or so, but Gastly knew he would not be there for her forever. Unless, maybe, if Ghost Types had ghosts. Oh, no...Then he would be bound by his own promise, just like The Maiden. He should never have gotten mixed up in this romantic mess...
He would never have the chance to wander around looking for a dead maiden's lover. He had his own job – sticking around keeping her legend alive. As if he hadn't done a good enough job of it already. Just look at the name of the town!
The Maiden needed company; he couldn't just leave her there alone for who knows how long. If only someone else would go for him, but how many talking Pok'emon just happened to cross each others' paths? Ok, there was that annoying little Meowth from before, but Gastly doubted he could see a ghost floating an inch from his eyes, much less travel across an entire ocean. He imagined the Pok'emon cautiously dipping his paw in water, then running away, hair on end, as a small wave crashed playfully at his heels.
He sighed...
Author's Note: So, different chapters are from different points of view, see? Ok, fine. This one was kind of still part of the episode...Hang on a bit! .
P.S. Have you noticed how I like putting in...little dots...? They're my friends...