"Danielle, I'm here," I ran in. "What's the problem?"

'It's Molly,' She pointed out to the hammock on the terrace. 'I don't know what happened, she just…she just came in earlier, crying and didn't want to talk to anyone but you.'

"It's okay, I got this," She nodded, and I walked out onto the terrace. Molly was still crying, but it was more of a sob. She looked up. "Molly, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it," She sniffed.

There was a moment of silence.

"So let me get this straight," I paced. "You called me, all the way from Johto, just to tell me that you don't want to have this conversation? Oh no. Sit up. Whatever it is can't be that serious—"

"Matthew Morgan."

I paused. "Excuse me?"

"Matthew's last name is Morgan," She cried. "His father is Ely Morgan!"

She must've had her own suspicions and found out sometime today. "Molly…I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"Wait, you knew?"

"I only found out today," I said in my defense. "I dug up some information, and a picture, and I put the pieces together."

"Why?" She yelled. "Of all people, why did it have to be them? Everything was going great until I…" She ran into my arms. "Dad, please tell me what to do!"

"I…" I honestly didn't have the answer to that question. If it was anything else, I could, but pertaining to her past…there were still so many unanswered questions that it made it hard for me to give her advice. I sighed. "Molly, I…I don't know."

"What?"

"This is your past, not mine," I said. "I can't give you any advice if I don't know the answers. Look," I knelt down. "I'm your father. I'll always be there for you, but this time I can't fulfill that. It's your call, Molly."

I hugged her back. She continued crying.

The next morning on the last of the month, Mrs. Giordano's class ended exceptionally early. I didn't notice the bell and continued drawing my picture. She came by and looked at it.

"My my," She rubbed my shoulder. "This is an interesting picture, Melinda."

I nodded. I was very close with Mrs. Giordano, so she could sense when something was wrong. She pulled up a chair, and sat next to me.

"What's going on, Melinda?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just…into my picture."

"Come on, I know you better than that," She said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I started to tear up again. "Not really."

She rubbed my head. "Okay then," She got up and led me to the door. "Hurry on to Mr. Mancini's class before you're late. And Melinda…"

I turned back. "Yes?"

"I'm here if you ever want to talk, alright?"

I thought about it and smiled.

I walked over to Mr. Mancini's class and sat down through the period. I spotted Matt in the back of the class trying desperately to get my attention, but when I looked at him, a vivid picture of his father flashed through my eyes. I quickly turned back and buried my head in a textbook until class was over. Mr. Mancini called me up to his desk.

"Your picture, Melinda?"

I paused for a moment.

"I wish I could stay longer, dear," Mom said, walking towards the ferry. "I hate to leave on such short notice, especially without telling Molly."

"It's alright, she'll understand," I said. "She's got a lot on her mind right now, but I'm sure she'll take it the right way. It was really nice having you over for Christmas and New Years."

"And I'll do it next year too," She said, hugging me. "Come visit us sometime, huh Calvin?"

"Of course."

The gangway retracted and the ferry blew its horn, marking its departure. I waved mom goodbye until she was out of eyesight, and then walked back into town. I should've asked her for her advice on Molly's situation with Matthew. Damn, what were the chances that this boy was Ely Morgan's son? That's the worst of luck on us, especially for her. From the looks of it, she was just starting to really get to know him. My view of Morgan's family will never change, but for Molly it was a different story. The big question still remained though.

What would she choose?

I placed the picture on Mr. Mancini's desk. He was looking at the picture of a teenage girl standing in the middle of an endless hallway, with heavy uninviting brick walls and an essence of depression which made even him shiver. What really seemed to strike him though was the shadow of the girl. It looked like the silhouette of a large and fierce pokémon. He had never seen anything like it, but I didn't have time to explain it and walked towards the door.

"Melinda, what's the meaning of this picture?" He asked. I continued out of his classroom. "Melinda?"

I hope you enjoyed reading.