May followed Marie and Kresant in spirit form, through the dark halls of the industrial section's laboratory. She didn't want to look at him anymore than needed, so she kept her eyes trained on the unconscious being on his shoulders. Kresant stopped before a large door that led to the prison area of the building, where they kept all those who were to be eventually gassed and dissected.
"Oh, sir!" The guard acknowledged Kresant, saluting as he entered, "What brings you here today sir?"
"At ease, I'm just here to drop off something," he said, opening a cell door and tossing Marie in. He used enough force her body rolled fast into the opposite wall, slamming upon it.

"…watch her." He instructed the guard, "If she so much as breathes the wrong way, I want her electrocuted. Just don't kill her…"
The guard saluted, "Yes Sir!" as Kresant walked out.

Marie twitched and stirred in her cell soon after Kresant left, known to recover from such wounds with such a thick, dense head. Groaning, she forced herself awake, peering through the bars, she saw a guard.

"Manyu..." she whined "Hoi comrey luyo..."

He stared at her funny, thinking aloud "...Does that qualify as breathing the wrong way...?"

"Ah, never mind… Keep it down in there you little runt! Make too much noise, and I'll be forced to flip the switch."

"Bah, curo!" she replied in a mocking tone, seeming to take great joy in confusing her captor with gibberish.

"...You little..."

The guard walked back to his post, where he placed his hand on a switch.

"You asked for it." He reasoned, pulling it, bolts of electricity shot through every cell in the room. It caused sounds of anguish from each and every cell that contained a prisoner within. He released the switch, not knowing if she was affected, but assuming that her screams were mixed in with those of the others.

"Had enough? Huh?" he threatened. "Now keep quiet..."

Little did the dense-head(snicker ) know, Marie slipped away after the shock, searching for May. Usually, she wouldn't escape using ghost powers, she preferred not to use them, but knew that this was the only way to keep an eye on her friend.

"Ummmmmm you still around, May?" she called out, clutching her arm "Boy would I like to unwire these cells, it's not right that I get to escape so easily…"

May heard her call, responding with a quick "Here I am..." as she floated over.

"I hope Kresant didn't hurt you..."

"Not as much as the shocks..." Marie paused "So his name was Kresant? I'll hafta keep that in mind..."

She nodded. "He's Archie's father..." she then showed Marie her hand. "...He's also the one who gave me this..."

"Oh..." she thought, frowning "I'm sorry 'bout that..."

"It's okay; it's not your fault..." May sighed. "...Just... No matter how much he intimidate you, don't let him or anyone else get to you. It'll only lead to tragedy." May turned her head back toward the hall. "...Even those scientists... the more we fight against them, the more of a reason they have to hate us..."

Marie solemnly nodded and clutched her arm "I never told you this, but I can't exactly recover in ghost form..." she said "It's one of the few reasons that I prefer to be solid... it maybe early, but we should call it a day..."

"...Sounds like a good idea..."

She acknowledged her reply, hiding behind an alleyway, creating a portal with her free hand. Waiting for May to get through, she remained vigilant as to not get caught again. May hesitated for a few seconds; the thought of her clone's look imprinted to her mind next to Kresant's face, but shook it off and hopped in. Marie leapt in soon after, landing in her backyard on the other side. Stumbling slightly, she let out a sigh and sat down under a tree, drifting off to sleep. May watched as her friend slept. She desired to sleep as well, but something kept her up from deep inside. She shook off the thought and decided to talk a walk around Breezegale to take in the sights.

Marie continued sleeping, and didn't seem to show any hints of waking soon. Every once in awhile, she lazily opened an eye, noticing a passing Moo or a butterfly perching on a blade of grass next to her, then fell back into slumber.

As the sky grew darker, May found herself still wandering the land. Walking through forests, crossing rivers, watching the Breezegale moon. That's when it hit her.

"...Wha-where am I walking? Marie...?"

She turned around, to see a shadow under a tree, saying "Oh...phew. I thought I'd lost you..."

As she approached the dark figure, she noticed its long ears were far from the black she was used to seeing on Marie and Klonoa.

"...Wait, you're not Marie... Who're you?"

He slowly opened his eyes, large and red, and stared up at May in a melancholy state. In a tranquil voice, he softly asked, "Who are you?"

"Well... I asked you first..." May whispered just before feeling a strong, pulsing pain from the mark on her hand. "...I-My name's May." she said, clutching her wrist.

He stared out, holding his hand out to her, saying "I sense your pains and hardships... how sorrowful they are..."

"...sorrowful..." said May with her hand still in pain. "...I guess so..."

"I would know, I am the king of sorrow..."

"King of sorrow?" her scar began glowing slightly. "...how is that possible? I never thought that sorrow was big enough to have its own king—"

Some uncontrollable force pulled her hand to the ground. Frantically struggling, she asked "...what's wrong with... my hand... what're you doing to me?"

At that moment, Marie could sense some disturbance from far away, forcing her out of her slumber. Waking up suddenly, she uttered "May..." and ran off towards the forest, then ran in the other direction because she went the wrong way.

"I'm not behind this…" the king uttered, tearing slightly "They always blame sorrow..."

Just at the moment, Marie ran in and gasped. Shocked, she grabbed May by the arm in a vain attempt at pulling her up, saying "I think something is trying to take your soul!"

May was heavy weight to Marie, her hand planted firmly onto the ground.

"...Kresant... He must be... It's all his fault." May tried to think of the reason for her pain.

"...He... He did this out of his sorrow... He did this, because of sorrow!" She let go of her heavy hand and out toward the king. "... You're more powerful than you even know yourself... Sorrow, your presence is making Kresant's burden worse... and it's all in my hand."

"..." he remained silent. The king did not want to bring upon such pain to others, only wanted to stay in that one little spot. Marie pulled her hardest, trying not to lose grip of May.

"Everything's going to be okay!" she said, trying to convince herself. May's hand began to glow even stronger, causing more pain. That, and sorrow's tears knocked a little bit of sense into her.

"...Sorrow... Kresant, a man I know... His power is growing stronger because of your sorrow..." she began to cry herself, "Maybe you can try your hardest to cheer up... just a smile... one that'll destroy the sorrow in his heart, and my pain will go away."

An odd situation, a person of sorrow being asked to smile, he couldn't find himself doing it.

"Sorry..." he uttered softly "It is impossible..."

Marie tried keeping a grip on May's hand, the glow blinding her. Closing her eyes, she yelled "May, don't go!"

"...I see..." she sighed. "I'm sorry Marie... As you can see, I can't really fight it."

May tried to bare a smile as she looked up at her. Marie teared up a bit "But we just met, you were a great friend!" she sobbed "And you hafta go already?"

"It's okay..." May told her, form began to fade slightly while sinking into the ground.

"...Maybe, we'll meet again somewhere. Maybe when Kresant is finally gone and no longer wishes to torture me... maybe..." her voice began to soften until it silenced entirely, her mouth moved but nothing came from it. As the last of her disappeared, Marie yelled "MAY!", pounding the ground. She turned around, sobbing, and stared at Sorrow, then realized her goal was set

"Kresant..."

She knew before heading off, she would need to recover fully. Wandering back home, stared downwards sorrowfully, returning to her typical spot to rest, sleep came surprisingly easy. She was obviously tired out from all the things that happened lately. That morning she woke, completely focused and hell-bent on carrying out her task. Before Klonoa and Grampa could greet her that morning, they found that she was long gone, heading off to Mobius.