Our heroine, Moon, is enjoying a relaxing afternoon in her house on Melemele Island's Route 1...
I stand back to study my progress on a painting. Our humble home has been quiet since the end of my journey, and it's grown even more still once Looker and Anabel had no more work for me. My grey eyes with their flecks of silver carefully investigate the painting I've been working on of Mount Lanakila. The Mountain's snow capped peak stretches past the fluffy white clouds as they drift lazily in the crystal blue sky.
Pheromosa walks in with a cleaning rag and begins to wipe a spot of paint off of my easel. Rotom-dex said that it must be bothered by the "uncleanliness" of the human world. It doesn't seem to mind living with my Pokemon and I, and it hasn't made any attempt to harm me so, as far as I'm concerned, it can stay. Pheromosa moves on to the kitchen, the dirtiest place in the house after Mom's attempts at cooking. It moves the note that Mom left this morning saying that she and Meowth would be home around one thirty this afternoon, carefully placing it out of the way.
Growlithe is snoozing happily at my feet. I got her in a Wonder Trade with someone from France. She's only level 1 and nicknamed Caninos but so far she's been an amazing member of the pack. The extra bonus is that she doesn't mind sitting around and reading for hours!
Toucannon calls to me from her place on the sofa, undoubtedly annoyed with me for some reason. I determine that she gave me grief about the fact that Pheromosa had to wipe something up again. I shrug and reassure her that it'll be fine.
Primarina smiles at me from his place on the couch in the danger zone that is to the left of Toucannon. I return an even greater smile to my starter Pokemon. Primarina has been with me through everything, both good and bad, and I can tell he misses Lillie as much as Hau and I. I look back at the painting and feel Silvally staring over my shoulder. It comments on how beautiful it looks up there and the reality hits me that it's never been there. Infact, of my current Pokemon team, only three of them made the journey to the Elite Four!
"Yeah, the view is absolutely gorgeous," I start, "I'll have to take you all there sometime. We'll make a day of it! Then, I can paint the view from Alola's tallest mountain." I can feel that Sivally is smiling and it slowly makes its way to sit with its other companions.
I smile at my Pokemon before grabbing a paintbrush and adding more shadows on the snow. Delicately adding paint onto the canvas in smooth strokes.
Suddenly, there's an urgent knock on the door. I glance over at the clock to check the time. It's only noon, but Mom could have come home early.
"It's open, Mom!" I call to my mom. The door swings open and I hear a pair of heavy feet stumbling across our wooden floor. I can hear slight panting that escapes from the visitor and I start to panic, noticing that I didn't hear Meowth's paws thumping on the floor. I slowly turn around, paintbrush still positioned in my hand, and jump at the sight of Mr. Looker.
"Gah!" A scream escapes out of my throat. The rest of my Pokemon stare at him with eyes as large as the paper plates on our counter, and Pheromosa is pulling a broom from the cleaning closet to brush away the dirt our detective friend brought with him. "Mr. Looker?!"
He stares at me, exhausted from the long trip he must have taken to come here. He's wearing his regular clothing, long brown trench coat, a dark brown vest and orange tie resting underneath it. His pants are black and his feet are wearing fancy brown dress shoes. Mr. Looker stares at me with intense and panicked eyes.
"She's gone," he manages to gasp, "It's Anabel...she's...gone," and then he pases out, landing on the floor with a THUMP.