Darkness...
Everywhere you look, all you see is the blackness of nothingness.
Cold...
Dark...
And quiet...
Where are you?
And where is this place?
You don't know. No one does.
"Brother..."
A voice? From whom? And from where?
It was a voice. You're sure of it. But how?
Perhaps it was merely your imagination. A trick of the mind.
That is probably it.
But it sounded so real...
So...alive...and warm...
...and familiar.
The Eevee slowly opens his eyes, staring hazily at the ceiling of a dark room.
Plu's room.
Something shifts beside him. Turning in her sleep, the young Nickit throws a paw over his chest, mumbling something in her sleep.
He smiles warmly at her as he gently pats her head, making her ears twitch slightly. He moves his gaze back at the ceiling, and he sighs as he closes his eyes, as he lets sleep slowly embrace him once again.