short chapter here. i did a bit of touching up, but this chapter was all rio ;D hmm... what's happening here? you'll find out!

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She woke up in a soft, one-person bed with a green blanket and fluffy white pillow. Ugh… what happened? She tried to think of how she'd gotten there, only to realize that she had no memories. Sitting up too quickly made her lose her balance and tumble onto the floor. Panicking, she stood up, looking around the bedroom wildly, trying to recognize something, anything at all. The messy bed? No. The television at the opposite wall? Nope. The white closet door? Nothing. The full-length mirror perpendicular to the television? Zero, zilch, nada, nothing. Not even the wooden floorboards seemed familiar.

She sat down on the messy bedcovers, taking a deep breath. There was a flickering image in the corner of her eye, next to a small house plant in a corner. She looked at it, and it formed into the image of a floating, pink, kitten-like thing. No, wait, there was a name for what it was...Digimon? No that wasn't it… Oh! Pokémon! The floating pink thing was a Pokémon!

"Hi." It said, a thin tail that was as tall as it was waved behind it.

"Er… hi." she responded cautiously. The Pokémon didn't seem to be out to hurt her. But wait, weren't Pokémon just imaginary things in a video game?

"You don't remember anything, but I'd suggest you go take a look in the mirror." It gestured with its short arms. "Go on."

She blinked at it for a moment, very confused and slightly afraid, but did as she was told and wandered over to the mirror, which was opposite a staircase going downwards that she hadn't noticed before.

Looking into the reflective surface, she saw herself. A twelve-ish girl with straight, auburn hair going down just a little past her shoulders and and bright, almost sky-blue eyes, unusually light-colored. Her face was nothing special, shaped like a delicate pixie's with a somewhat pale skin color. She was a little short for her —apparent— age. She was wearing pale blue pajamas, almost white, and a sky blue bath robe. Her feet were clad in white socks; noticing them, she wiggled her feet a little.

She spotted a pair of blue slippers next to the mirror that matched her bath robe, and slipped her feet in them. Next to the slippers was a small hairpin, with a series of blue, rectangles added on the pin as decoration, somewhat reminiscent of a Pokémon gym badge. Or computer screens? She clipped it on to keep her hair out of her eyes and glanced back to the Pokémon in the corner of the room.

And then— she remembered.

Her uncle had just moved in, to take care of her after she'd been released from the mental hospital. The bedroom she was in was hers. She'd gone to the hospital for treatment, because of an imaginary friend that she didn't like— Mew, that was the name. The Pokémon she currently saw floating in her room. It bothered her a lot, but less than the doctors and therapists who she'd had to see at the hospital. She decided not to mention Mew to her uncle, in case she got sent to the hospital again.

She had a large house that used to belong to her parents before they died, but was given to her uncle if he agreed to take care of her. What was his name? Devon. Uncle Devon. He liked to be called Dev, though, so that it rhymed with "Steve". He was kind of weird, but not a bad guy. Not bad at all. She was happy to be living with him.

She had friends, who lived in houses nearby. Looking out the second-story window of her bedroom, she could see some of their homes. One of them painted a darker blue than her own house was, another painted reddish-pink, and another green. She remembered that the Solak sisters, a set of triplets, lived in a cream colored house on the other side of her own, and that their family had been given their cousin's property across the street, after he'd died.

There was still something missing from her memory, though… Her own name. She still couldn't remember her name. Stupid hospital treatment. What kind of idiots thought giving her temporary amnesia would get rid of that awful mirage that was her imaginary "friend"? She hoped it'd wear off soon.

Looking at the empty shelves next to the television that had once housed her video games, she sighed. She remembered her uncle confiscating them. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Sinnoh Home had been her favorite video game series. She had had an awful lot of those games. But, her uncle had taken them all, saying that they were bad for her. Hmph.

He'd grounded her too. Stuck in her own room indefinitely. Pfft, she was half-convinced he'd just taken her games to play with them himself. At least she could still watch television. Her favorite program was an anime based off of the PMD (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon) series. It was mega-popular, and it was always on somewhere. She grabbed the remote from under her bed and sat down on the mattress. Clicking the TV on, she leaned comfortably against her pillows and watched as an image appeared. It was of the bedroom of a member of her favorite rescue squad, Team J. She'd modeled one of her teams in the PMD games off of them.

Eevee was on the floor of her room, apparently having fallen off her bed. The lights flickered, and then came back on, the crystals a dim orange now. The Evolution Pokémon didn't seem to notice or care about the difference, instead leaving the room and shouting out the window to two other members of the team, Zorua and Cyndaquil.

"Lights are back on." the Normal-type remarked.

The girl watching the program was very interested. This was a brand new episode! Maybe she'd finally find out what was wrong with the base's AI, who'd been glitching and having problems in the past few episodes. So far, it seemed like the new season was all about Sirai. Wait, there was something about that name that had her grinning…

What was it?

That awful nuisance of a hallucination, Mew, settled down next to her. She did her best to ignore it while thinking.

Oh! She remembered now. She'd been laughing her lungs out when she found out what the Sinnoh region base's AI had been named. Sirai.

Ha! she thought. What're the odds of Sinnoh Home's AI sharing my name?

After all, the temporary amnesiac had just remembered her own name. Honnis. Sirai Honnis.

rio wanted to talk to y'all ;p

AN from rioludoodle: Hello everyone, Rio here! Just here to say that this chapter was heavily inspired by the Doctor Who episodes "Silence in the Library" and "Forest of the Dead". Credit to Steven Moffat. If you've seen the episodes, you'll recognize a lot of similarities… Spoilers! ;)