Once they arrived at Capsule Corp., they paired off and split up. Scatter headed up with Bra to her room. Camino and Pan decided to take to the air. Camino flew Pan home then to his own

Camino paced his bedroom floor and tried to think. He picked up the bottle the fortuneteller had given him and watched the blue liquid slosh around inside.

I want help, Camino thought. But who can I ask? I guess Dende is my only option. I wonder if he'll even believe me. He shrugged. I guess it's worth a try.

He took the cap off of the bottle and hesitated. He remembered what had happened the last time he'd taken a potion. Though the fortuneteller had assured him that it wouldn't harm him.

He lifted the bottle and took a drink of the odorless, tasteless, liquid. He was thrilled to find that the liquid didn't have a burning effect this time.

He set the bottle down on his desktop. He pushed his palms flat against it as a wave of dizziness came over him. Moments later, a strange feeling replaced this dizziness. He felt as if something inside of him was slipping away.

He stood tall and regarded his reflection in the mirror on the wall. He knew that it was done. Dark was sleeping. It was the same sensation he had felt before if not a little stronger.

He couldn't tell for sure if it was the potion, but he felt confident as he put on a jacket and headed out of the room. He walked down the stairs and spotted his mother in the kitchen.

She looked at him for a moment and then frowned slightly. "Where are you going?"

"To the Lookout," he replied. "I'll be back soon."

He went for the door and she shook her head. "Always running off somewhere. I can't keep any of you boys home."

Camino stood in front of the main building of the lookout, looking up at it. He continued up the walkway. Mr. Popo answered the door.

He looked a little surprised to see him. "Hello Camino."

He smiled. "Hi Mr. Popo. Is Dende around?" It was a stupid question. Dende was always at the lookout. But Camino wasn't sure how else to see Dende

He nodded and stepped aside so that he could come in. He turned and looked deeper into the room. Camino followed his gaze just in time to see Dende step into the room.

"Mr. Popo, who is it?" He noticed Camino. "Hey. What brings you here?"

Camino was suddenly interested in the tips of his shoes. "I…uh…can we talk?"

"Sure."

He glanced at Mr. Popo and he got the point. He smiled at him and walked out of the room.

Dende sat down on a bench. "What do you want to talk about? Is something bothering you?"

"Well, sort of…"

Dende laughed at him. "Are you going to sit down or are you planning to make a run for it?"

Camino glanced at the door and laughed nervously. He walked over to the bench and sat down. "So, have you heard about…that thief…Dark was his name."

"Oh yeah," Dende replied. "Strange stuff. I haven't heard anything about him recently." He laughed. "Maybe he retired, huh?"

Camino smiled. "I don't think so."

Dende looked at him. "How are you so sure? Did you hear something?"

Camino tensed. "N-no, not at all." He looked down at his hands, avoiding the Namek's eyes.

Dende looked at him, in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

He nodded and finally met his eyes. He mentally scolded himself, what's the matter with you, Camino. Now is your chance! Tell Dende the truth!

He opened his mouth and then closed it, unable to find the right words and even if he did, he wouldn't have been able to bring himself to speak them.

"You know," Dende began. "You can tell me anything."

Camino sighed. "I know." He took a deep breath. "I think I might know this so-called Dark."

What?! I think I might know him? Camino couldn't understand how those words had gotten out of his mouth.

Dende raised his eyebrows. "Really? Who is he?"

"Uh, I can't tell you that, but what would you do if you were in my shoes?"

Dende leaned back against the bench and thought for a moment. "Well… I'd probably go to the authorities."

"No!"

Dende's eyes flicked over to him.

He laughed, nervously. "I mean…I don't think that would be such a good idea."

"But he's criminal, isn't he?"

"I guess so, but the jewels were returned. Maybe…maybe he just took them for the thrill."

"Maybe," Dende agreed. "He seems pretty interested in Pan."

Camino inhaled, sharply. "Yeah, he does. I don't think he really wants to hurt anyone. So knowing that, what would you do?"

"I don't know, Camino. Are you sure you know Dark's true identity?"

Camino's eyes dropped. "I think so."

"Don't do anything until you're sure it's him." He watched his face carefully. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me who you think it is?"

"I'm sure."

"This whole thing isn't some joke to get attention, is it? Are you in on it?"

"What? No, of course not!" He waved his hands in the air. "I don't think this thing is a joke."

"Hmm."

"I'm serious."

He nodded. "Okay. Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah." He stood. "Thanks for listening."

"Sure thing," Dende stood and walked with Camino to the front of the lookout. "Anytime you need to talk, you know where to find me."

He nodded, as he stepped off the ledge and hovered in the air. "Bye."