Grimsley traveled all night. He reached Nuvema town just as the damaging sun placed itself on the cloudless sky. It covered professor Juniper's laboratory with light as Grimsley watched from afar. He wasn't afraid, he was sad and angry, he had failed the people he had chosen to protect. He did all of it to give them a second chance. At first he didn't know what he was doing, he saw a bunch of able-bodied teens with nowhere to go, and sought to use them to his advantage. They'd build his casino while they served him drinks. But the truth eventually creeped through him, he just wanted to teach all of them what someone taught him a long time ago, that even an impoverished, gloomy weirdo deserved to be loved and appreciated. It was an overtly sentimental yet valuable lesson, one he was forced to promise to treasure forever. It was only when Bianca arrived that he realized he needed some reminding. And it was only when the teens were taken from him that he realized he was doing it all for them.

He got out of his hiding spot below the trees and into the light, with the intention of revealing himself to his enemies, when he noticed Helma running over to him stricken with fatigue. He had to give her credit, she was defiant to the end, having limped her way all the way from victory road chasing after him. Grimsley had to wait a few minutes for her to catch up to him, and a few more for her to catch her breath,

"you can't give yourself up, you are our only hope," she urged him after regaining her composure. He glanced at her in disbelief,

"what are you talking about? We lost, there's no hope left,"

"but there must be something we can do," Helma pressed,

"yes there is, this is it,"

"but they'll put you in jail," she said to him with noticeable distress in her voice, but Grimsley smiled knowingly,

"that's the least of my worries, it won't be the first nor the second time they put me inside, now go hide somewhere, I'm serious, I don't want them to get you too."

He walked towards the lab, Helma stayed behind him, feeling powerless. When she saw him enter the building she couldn't contain the impulse to run after him, but she stopped before going in, and lamented herself for it. Helma sneaked to the window next to the door and peeped inside through the corner. There she watched Grimsley as he walked into the busy room with his arms raised, and like a true man of shadows he went over unnoticed. He was almost proud of it, he'd be glad if not for all the horrible things that had led him there. He wanted to save them, he'd have to take the blame; it was his only choice. Juniper was there, as were Sabrina, some policemen and other regular folks.

"Officers," Grimsley said, trying to get their attention, alerting no one, "Officers!" He yelled louder to no avail. It was almost funny, he actually let out a small chuckle. "OFFICEEEEERS!" He shouted once more, louder, stretching the word until every eye on the room was on him. They all freaked out and pulled out pokeballs, but stopped right before throwing them out when they saw his arms raised,

"hi," Grimsley calmly said,

"you have the nerve to show your face here after what you did to those good for nothings louts," Juniper chastised him.

After hearing her words, Grimsley directed a stare full of hate at her, startling her so much she couldn't help but physically back away in fear. Grimsley smiled and went back to his usual stoic self,

"indeed, how blatantly brash of me," he said, "I believe you are looking for me, if that's the case I am here to grant you freedom from that arduous task,"

"don't you have something to say to him Sabrina?" Juniper asked, still staggered,

"what is there to say?" Sabrina replied, "he's a putrid human and a coward,"

"so it was you then?" A rotund man with brown hair said as he raised from a chair. He walked over to Grimsley, "what did you do to my daughter you degenerate?"

"ah, you must be Bianca's father...let me tell you what I think about her, she's a better person than all of you put together, you should consider yourselves lucky for knowing her, compared to her you are nothing," Grimsley said,

"what's that supposed to mean you freak?" Bianca's dad furiously asked him with a fist on the air,

"whatever you want it to mean, sir," Grimsley replied.

Bianca's dad became livid, his rage overtook him. He threw a punch right at Grimsley's face, but he managed to dodge it with ease and then taunted him by blinking one eye, enraging him even more. The dad threw two more punches at Grimsley and failed to hit him both times, it was as if he were throwing punches at smoke.

"I'll tell you what,", Grimsley said, "everyone here wants to see this so I'll give you one, come on, do it, I won't move."

The angry man took a peek around the room and found no objectors. He let out a growl filled with fury as he prepared his attack, then released his fist as fast and hard as he could directly at Grimsley's jaw. Grimsley didn't move an inch and remained with the same emotionless expression before and after the hit. Then he gave Bianca's dad a remarkably condescending look, but he wasn't angry anymore, only because he was so bewildered.

"Are we done? Do you want to hear how I controlled the minds of all those people, and played with their wills and lives as if they weren't human, very dastardly endangering them for no apparent reason?" Grimsley continued,

"yes we do," Sabrina replied, "let's go."

Outside, Helma hid on the corner of the lab and saw Sabrina and company take Grimsley away; she was in complete despair, she had nowhere to go. She identified Bainca's dad as he came out of the laboratory and didn't let him out of her sight. Helma then realized that he could lead her directly to Bianca, so she followed him with her eyes until it seemed like he would get lost in the horizon, just then she started following him on foot. As the town was pretty small and it was mostly devoid of buildings, Helma knew that if she did anything in a remotely suspicious way she would definitely get caught.

Some time later, after tailing him from a long distance, she saw Bianca's dad enter a two story house with a blue roof, which Helma deduced was Bianca's house. She drew near, wary of anyone who could see her lurking around, whether a human or a pokemon, it'd be over for Helma if anyone discovered her. She knelt down right next to a small grass hedge on the side of the house and took a deep breath, there was a chance Bianca was inside that very house.

She put both of her hands on the ground and started crawling around the house looking for a way to get in unnoticed, or at least a window to look through. She reached the front of the house, and crawled right below the front window, Helma didn't dare to take a look inside, fearing Bianca's dad could spot her. Suddenly the front door opened as Helma was still at the front of the house, and she crawled her way to the other side just in time to remain unnoticed. She stood up and rested her head on the wall, then she took a deep breath full of relief. A blonde woman came out of the house, Helma deduced it Bianca's mom. She was wearing a hat for the sun and was carrying a big shopping bag with her. Helma waited until the mom was out of sight and carried on to inspect the back of the house.

There she found Bianca. She was on the second floor, most likely in her room, looking out of a window, she had her hand on her cheek and was resting her elbow on the edge of the window, sporting a bored, almost worried expression on her face. Helma felt an instant relief as soon as she saw her pale face. She ran right below her and tried to shout her name, but the mucus that had accumulated in her throat didn't let her, it had been a long while since she had said a simple word. Bianca heard her cleaning her throat, she looked down and shouted her name astounded, then covered her mouth in shock immediately afterwards, hoping her dad didn't hear her.

"Helma!" Bianca said still filled with emotion. She then intentionally lowered her voice, "you don't know how glad I am to see you, please tell me that everyone is okay,"

"I really wish I could, but things couldn't be worse," Helma whispered loud enough for Bianca to listen, "I need your help, I don't know what to do,"

"I also need your help, I'm trapped here, you need to get me out,"

"how? Can't you use your pokemon?"

"I can't, my dad has them,"

"well, maybe my pokemon can help,"

"you have a pokemon?" Bianca asked, truly surprised,

"I do," Helma answered, "but he has a bad leg...I guess I do too now…and because of his condition I try not to endanger him, but I'm certain he can help this time, don't worry Bianca, I'll save you."

Helma gave Bianca a thumbs up and she nodded in return. Then Helma took out a pokeball and pointed it at herself before she pressed it, and a cranidos came out right on her arms. Bianca could notice that one of the pokemon's leg didn't move at all, but the cranidos came out with a great disposition and was noticeably happy to see her trainer. Helma went over to the window at the back of the house carrying cranidos in her arms,

"that window leads to the kitchen, it's closed though so you'll have to break it," Bianca said,

"alright cranidos, you heard Bianca, we are going to need your abilities for this one," Helma said as she extended her arms at the window, holding cranidos in her hands, "I need you to headbutt this window, but you must do it without making any noise whatsoever, do you think you can do it?"

Cranidos happily nodded, then looked at the window with its eyes filled with confidence. The small pokemon pressed its head against the window to apply pressure until it broke down. The window broke into a million pieces moments later, making a bunch of noise, because of it breaking into pieces, and then more noise because of those pieces falling down. Helma's ears stung from how loud it was.

"Oh-oh, we failed," Helma exclaimed, "there's no backing down now, wait here Cranidos." She let her cranidos down gently on the grass and promptly got into the house through the window, stepping on a stove covered with shards of glass in the process. Suddenly Bianca's dad intercepted her holding a stick of wood on his hands, ready to fight.