The air had cooled, and it was now a lovely Monday evening. Anne was a few blocks from home, walking- but not alone. With her was Helmuth(nicknamed Hello) Silberberg, a sixteen year old who had gotten to know Anne the last couple weeks as they rode their bicycles to school together.

"...She thinks I should be going to the Lowenbachs'..." Hello said, referring to his grandparents. "But, you should probably know I'm not seeing Ursula anymore."

"I didn't hear! Did you two have a fight, what happened?"

"No... it's just, I tried to break up with her, I said we weren't exactly suited for each other and we shouldn't go together anymore. To be honest, I'd thought she'd been hanging around with another boy and I treated her like she was... and she wasn't. So then my uncle says I need to apologize, but I didn't feel like it of course, and that's why we broke up. Well, one of the reasons."

Anne looked sidelong at Hello. ~Well, I can't say I wouldn't enjoy going out with him, but Pete Wessel...~

Hello glanced over to Anne. "So my grandmother wants me to see Ursula, and not you, but I don''t agree with her so I won't. Some- sometimes old people get these really old-fashioned ideas, and expect us kids to go along with them... Anyways, I'll be free on Wednesday evenings now. My grandparents had me sign up for this woodcutting class, but I've been going to a club organized by the Zionists."

"But aren't your grandparents anti-Zionists?" Asked Anne.

"Yes; and I'm not a fanatic Zionist, but it interested me. Except it's been such a mess the last few meetings I'm planning on quitting. So I'll be able to see you Wednseday and Saturday evenings, and maybe even more." Hello gave a small smile.

"But Hello, if your grandparents don't want you to, then you shouldn't go behind their backs."

"All's fair in love and war." Just then they passed a bookstore, where another of Anne's acquaintances, Peter Schiff, was talking outside with two of his friends. Peter waved and said hello.

~It's been a while since he's said anything to me...~ Thought Anne, as she waved back. The greeting cheered Anne, but she edged a little closer to Hello so he wouldn't get too suspicious. "Let's have the rest of the chocolates when we get back," Hello nodded his agreement, and seemingly only a few steps later they came to the Frank's house. Anne knocked on the door, and her father answered. "We were just coming in to-"

"Anne, you're nearly twenty minutes late!" Otto Frank had a worried and angry look on his face. "I have said this before: in by eight o'clock at night, not a minute past." He looked to Hello. "I'm sorry, Helmuth. But would you allow me to speak with my daughter in private?"

Hello nods. "Yes, Mister Frank. Goodbye, Anne." He closed the door behind him. Anne's mother walked over, a wearing an expression similar to her husband's.

"Anne, do you know how dangerous it is to stay out so late?" Misses Frank asked. "The later it is, the more likely the Nazis are to assume you're up to no good, and that is the last thing we want!"

"Remember, we were fortunate that shock trooper dealt with us so lightly. Much worse could have happened." Margot peeped in. She had received a letter in the mail earlier that day, but had been too scared to share it. "And didn't you say Lies told you her house was searched by two Haunter the other day? We can't afford to risk anything." Otto Frank sighed.

Margot stepped into the room, deciding it would be easier to share her news while they were on the subject of Nazis and danger. "Mother, father..." She brought the letter from behind her back. "I found this in the mail earlier today..." The elder Frank sister laid it on the table. "I've been called up to the Central Office for Jewish Immigration, to report for relocation to a work camp."

-Sunday night-

Restless, Anne tossed and turned. Though she was tired, her thoughts raced around in her mind: her father had announced they would be going into hiding, weeks earlier than expected. While Anne knew the situation with Germany was deteriorating, she hadn't anticipated such drastic measures. She reached inside her pillowcase and held Calypso's ball in her fingers. Anne closed her eyes, and closed her hand around the ball. ~I might never get to see you, or Sleipnir, or Moortje or any other Pokemon again... and why?~ Her eyelids opened, and she sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. ~Mother will never know, I'll be quiet. Just like she wants me to.~ Anne slid out of bed and put on her slippers. ~I still have most of that oran berry poffin Jopie gave me.~ Anne scooped up the package from the chair, and tip-toed out of her room. ~Margot... snoring, phew. Mother and father... well, their light is off...~ Sneaking around the corner, Anne quietly pulled open the back door. It was cool and a bit humid. There was plenty of moonlight as well, as the full moon had been just last week.

Anne was a split second away from releasing Calypso when she heard a sound come from a shadow to her right. ~No...! Please...~

The soft footfall came again, and the small Pokemon came out of the shadow. "Eeev..." ~Please help... Anne stuffed Calypso's ball back into her pajama pocket, and knelt down to take a look.

~A Ratatta? An Eevee?~ Anne held out her hand, and the Pokemon rubbed its face against it. ~Oh-~ Anne reached into her other pajama pocket and took out a poffin, and placed it on the ground. The Pokemon eagerly nibbled at the football shaped muffin-like treat.

~This is so tasty... I haven't had anything like it!~ "Ee!" The Pokemon nuzzled against Anne's knee, and she stroked its head while handing it another poffin. It quickly ate it up.

"I have plenty more, don't worry..." ~I think it's an Eevee... yes, I'm sure it is.~ Satisfied, the Eevee hopped into Anne's lap. ~Was the moon under a cloud? I thought it was a clear night.~ Eevee had begun to glow bright, the light pulsing and sprinkles of energy sparkled and faded away. The pulsations sped up and intensified, until a last bright flash enveloped Eevee and faded. ~It evolved? Oh! I've only seen Calypso evolve...~ Where the small Eevee had been, there was a larger, dark Pokemon that had golden glowing bands on its ears and tail, and a ring on each of its legs. And red eyes. ~I can't see it too well,~ Anne thought as she blinked away the after-images, ~but it feels like a big cat.~ Anne's heart began to pound, but from fear and not excitement. ~Someone might have seen it evolve!~ "Follow me inside, quickly!" Anne stood and slipped through the back door, almost closing it on the Pokemon.

She leaned back against the door and caught her breath. "My room is just this way. Quiet..." Soundlessly, the pair crept back to the bedroom. As slowly as she could(it creaked if moved too fast), Anne closed the door. "Well. I think that scared all the nagging thoughts from my head..."

"Umbreon?" ~Are you okay? The Umbreon sat and looked up to Anne.

"I just need to sleep..." She put the leftover poffin back on her chair, and crawled into bed. ~It needs a name-~ Anne yawned- ~and I should probably put it in a ball...~ But in a few moments, Anne drifted off to sleep. The Umbreon jumped onto her bed, and worked its way under the covers, and curled up next to her.

-Monday-

Anne sighed as she sat in her room, staring at the wall. Earlier in the day the Franks had moved into hiding, in Otto's office building. Behind the bookcase, a whole side of the building was there. The small side, though. Just the boxes and furniture and the school bags with their belongings took up most of the space, and that was just for the Franks: the van Daans, family friends and Mister Frank's business partner, would be moving in with them.

Margot looked over. "I don't think I've ever seen mother that furious."

Anne sighed again. "For the last time, I was in a hurry to get in my room and fell asleep before I remembered to put him in a ball."

"But you shouldn't have let it in," Margot said, turning on her side to face Anne. "You know we're not allowed to have Pokemon."

"I couldn't help it, he was starving. Maybe I'll release him and... all my other Pokemon someday. But I'm keeping him for now." ~And I think I'll even let him and/or Calypso out of their balls when I'm in the attic!~

"Then make sure you keep its ball handy, so you can hide the ball or recall it if a Haunter searches the house."

Anne nodded. There was little to do if the ghostly Pokemon looked through your house, and less if you didn't hear it coming as it slipped through the walls. The doorbell sounded. "That must be the van Daans," The sisters hurried down to the landing behind the bookcase, but their parents caught them.

"Slow down," Misses Frank yelled softly. "Your father will answer." Otto Frank glanced at his family before exiting the room and heading down the stairs. After a moment of silence, they heard him exchange words with a younger woman. The conversation fell silent, perhaps because they were discussing something in whispers. And suddenly, they heard him coming up the steps and through the door.

He was carrying a box, and cast a meaningful glance towards Anne. "That was Miep at the door," He began, putting the box down on the table. "She said she went by Uncle Reuben's for Jan, and casually mentioned to him how things were stressful at the office. This prompted him to ask about me, she said, and so she told him we had 'lost our house', and had moved." He looked from eye to eye, before continuing. "And Uncle Reuben being who he is, sent a box of his food... but there were a few other things at the bottom of the box." Otto pulled them out: a card, and a slim mechanical device the size of a letter. "A trainer license and a Pokedex."