She fed her from the bottle for a little while longer before she decided she had enough, softly pushing the bottle away. She placed the bottle on a nearby counter, holding Sorrel in her arms, just a little below her chest spike. The small fox Pokémon slept humbly in her arms in contentment, free from any burden that could be. Tracey watched as she seemed content herself to looking at such a creature sleep so peacefully.

She set Sorrel down on the couch, careful that she hadn't woken her, and walked off to her room, almost forgetting she had certain things to do. If she finished it quickly enough, she would still had her sleeping before she's awake.

Sorrel, so sound, golden upon the white leather couch, slept as minutes passed by, so sound. So sound… no sound to interrupt her. In fact…she blocked the sound around her.

A flicker of an ear and a wrinkle of the nose, she slowly opened her eyes, looking around. No shape or form that she had already known could be identified; it constantly changed as she turned from left to right, front to back, back to front. The grass that once was is now rocky soil of the front yard; turned back it was clear water, an infinite trail when looking down, but no depth when stepped upon.

She looked up, the sky was a constant blue, free from anything to only see the blue; and no star to brighten the sky.

Looking around again, she had never seen such a place. But at the same time, it feels almost familiar…as if she'd been here before.

"Sorrel…" a distant voice started to say. Sorrel turned to the voice, looking around and seeing a particular form at her right. She continued to look at it as it took on a more clear form. Its fur was bright and clear against the blue sky, silkier as it became more noticeable; its eyes took on a red color. The form stood up on all its fours, revealing a tail, and several more as the blur was no more, raising up nine tales.

"…M…mommy…?" Sorrel ran up to the now-formed Ninetails, jumping up to it, only for the Pokémon to vanish before her, landing on the now-white-and-soft clouds. She looked around as she stood up again, finding again the Ninetails within the distance.

"A form of your mother…I am," the Ninetails said, a rather soft and feminine voice. "…But I am only a figure of the open imagination…"

Sorrel's happy expression quickly turned sour and blue, feeling a drop within her.

"Do not fret… Your mother is still around… but in great peril."

"W…wha…?" Sorrel looked left and right, nothing seemed to change. She looked back at the Ninetails.

"Of all things… She wanted to keep you safe. But even then… the situation was made worse."

Sorrel sat down in confusion, not sure what she was talking about.

"…Do you remember this fellow…?" She disappeared in a flash, only for another form to reappear. The form quickly became recognizable— blue and black fur shone against the blue sky; the form looking around.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked in a low and ungrateful tone. He looked left and right until his eyes met Sorrel's. "…Y-you're…"

He walked up the small figure and kneeled down as she walked up to him. "D-did they—"

"It seems like the two of you met before…" The Ninetails reappeared at a distance, walking up to them. The two turned to her.

"What did you do—"

"I didn't do anything," the Ninetails responded. "I only called her up…when she could be reachable. Luke… is that right?"

"…Yeah… How did you know?" he stood up to the two, taller than either of them.

"Not important," she responded. "But your friends and her mother…" she looked at Sorrel, "are in danger."

"What do you mean 'danger'?"

"Two fables should never interfere with each other but still, nevertheless, coexist as one… As, we all know, life is never a straight path…" She walked away for a moment.

"Get to the point."

"Hm," she turned to Luke, softly smirking a bit. "You're a grateful one…"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing pertaining this case… In terms of yours, your playful and civil life interfered with another, non-civil play. Originally, we did not plan for this to happen, but we let it; but now—"

"You let it?!" Luke exclaimed.

"…" she blinked once. "…But now, it gone too far. As evident to you…" she turned to Luke. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want us to do?" he asked, clearly pissed.

"It's not what you can do," she responded. "It's what she," she turned to Sorrel. "Can do."

"Why can't I do something about it?" Luke asked. "Can't you just send me down there?"

"As much as we are joyed to do that, once death takes its toll, there is no turning back on what occurs… So long the few exceptions aren't in play…" She lightly grinned.

Luke narrowed his eyes even more, sitting back down. "…So what can she do? She's still only like, what? Not even a year old?"

The Ninetails chuckled softly before responding back. "That is true… but she can use telepathy."

"Like they'll take small Pokémon with them."

"Of course. I've been there before."

"You used to be alive?"

"…So you'll over-watch her."

"Wait, what? Over-watch her…?" Both Luke and Sorrel turned to each other.

"Yes. But over two worlds, it can only go one way. You can speak to her; it cannot go from her to you."

"But can't I just use aura to respond to her?"

"Aura is only an atmosphere-like substance that is released from a subject; it cannot necessarily travel across worlds, like sound in space…where there is none."

Luke grunted at her response as Sorrel looked at the Ninetails.

"…She's important to stop the other fable from ever interfering yours, and your friends, again."

"So what will she do?"

"When the time comes, you will know." Luke sighed as he turned to Sorrel, who turned to him eye to eye. "For now… it's been too long; she must wake up."

"She was sleeping?"

"Yes…"

"And now…"

She flicked an ear, and slowly opened her eyes to familiar forms and shapes. She was back home. She looked around, seeing as she was alone for a quick moment, before Tracey came back, meeting her.

"Oh, you're awake," she said, "And a bit worried…"

Sorrel realized she was still on what happened in the dream. She shook her head as she masked herself with a happy smile, rushing up to Tracey. She jumped to her as she caught her into her arms.

"Haha, alright…" Tracey said. "…Seems like you're hungry. What would you like?"