Angel and Jenny spent the ride in silence. Well, not really. Jenny made several attempts to speak but was met with Angel's continued silence. Until she had a chance to truly calm down and take in everything that happened over the last few days, she'd continue to have anxiety attacks. And the last thing she wanted was for Jenny to see her at her worst.

After what had to be the longest car ride ever, they arrived at the station. The sight of motorcycles outside made Angel question why Jenny had left hers at the Poke Center. The only logical conclusion she could come up with was that Jenny had wanted to be the one to bring her in. Strange. Because once inside, Jenny passed her off to another. Perhaps it was one thing to bring her in, but quite another to go through the motions with her. That would really make the betrayal of character sink in.

It took about fifteen minutes for her fingerprints and face shot to be taken, as well as her belongings inventoried and set aside. Then, oddly enough, they placed her in the only empty holding cell. She had no clue where the two people from the Poke Center had been placed, but also didn't really care.

The cell itself didn't have bars. Instead, it was made of two pieces of plexiglass. Three, really, if you counted the door. In the middle of the door was a rectangular slot, tall and wide enough for practically anyone to place their hands side by side. Once inside, she slid her hands through. When he removed her cuffs, she looked at where she would stay until she was fully processed.

There were no other furnishings besides a cot against each wall. The one right across from the door had a small window above. It was to that cot she went, got on her knees, and took in the view. She couldn't see much of the city, but the ocean's beauty was quite magnificent.

Eventually, the idea of freedom became too much for her, and she sat on the cot properly. Angel turned her attention to the floor, but after a little while, that, too, bored her. So, she leaned against the wall and tilted her head back to look at the designs on the ceiling.

Out of nowhere, she began to tap her head against the wall. Thirty seconds later, her head started to hurt, but she found herself suddenly overcome by a masochistic urge, and so continued to bang her head. At just about the time, she'd given herself a decent sized headache, the officer from earlier returned. He paused at the door, held up another pair of handcuffs, and then beckoned her to him.

Angel shook as she got to her feet, crossed the distance, and put her hands through to be cuffed again. The moment they clicked into place, she swayed and took several steps back. He said something, most likely a question as to whether she was okay. She looked at him, only to frown when she saw him and his twin. Her face felt strange, and she lifted her hands up to wipe away a profuse amount of sweat. "It's…so hot," was all she managed to say before she passed out.

When she awoke, it was semi-darkness. The first thing she noticed, aside from the fact that she was in an actual cell now, was that she was not cuffed. Next thing she noticed was a white bracelet on her left wrist. Angel turned it over to see the Poke Center emblem. Well. At least she knew they had taken care of her.

"Hey!" A voice called out from the cell across from her.

She ignored the call and the taps of fingernails against the bars. When that failed to get her attention, the person whistled, dog called, and made various other sounds to get her to respond. Finally, she decided it would be easier for her to just go with it and lifted her head.

"Ah! There you are!" He exclaimed when he saw that he finally had her attention. He paused and tilted his head. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

Though she didn't really want to talk now, he sounded genuinely concerned, and so, she figured she owed him a response. "I'm fine."

"Of course you are. That's exactly why you look like you haven't slept in days." He leaned against his bars and stretched his hand as far through as he could. "My name is Faolan. I'm in for catching a poacher in a net trap. Apparently, it's okay for them to do it to Pokémon, but not alright for us to do it back. How about you? What are you in for?"

For a long while, she just stared at his hand. When it didn't seem he would give up, she scooted forward, stuck her hand between the bars as well, and shook his hand. "Alexandria Flamel. Someone framed me for the destruction of The Swanna."

"Oh," was all Faolan said as he withdrew his hand. "I'm going to count that as good news. That duckling was so unbelievably ugly."

It took a little for Angel to get the reference, but when she did, she burst into laughter that didn't die down for several minutes. Between gasps, she responded as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you for that. I've had a really rough last few days."

"Have you hit rock bottom yet?"

She frowned, confused. "I guess you could say that."

"That's good, then. It means things can only get better from here on out."

Angel shrugged and turned away from him. "It's kind of you to say that, but you have no clue what I've been through."

"Enlighten me, then."

"Why?" Angel turned to face him again. "So you can judge me like everyone else for the mistakes I've made?"

His face softened. "You're right. I don't know what you've been through. But I do know that no matter what you think now, not everyone is out to get you."

"Fine. You wanna know what's been going on? I only have a few friends. One of them was Melody, the Captain of The Swanna. I've been told she passed in the fire. My second friend, Ally, was in a relationship with Melody, and blames me for what happened. My final friend is Officer Jenny, and she turned on me when she discovered…" Angel trailed off.

Faolan gestured for her to continue, but she wasn't certain she should. Then again, based on the reason he was in jail, he might understand. Still, she felt the tears well in her eyes before she continued. "That I am—was—a member of Team Rocket."

The silence that followed her revelation made her certain that she had, in fact, been judged by Faolan, and found wanting. When he finally spoke, though, it wasn't what she expected.

"I, too, have done questionable things. So what if you joined Team Rocket? Both joining and leaving, you must have had good reason to do so. What you did in the past shouldn't matter. It's what you do with the life you've been given that determines who you are."

Again, silence fell. Angel had thought his previous speech was unexpected. But she was totally blown away by Faolan's next words. "Oh. And just so you know. We're friends now. So, nyuh!"

She couldn't help but giggle when he stuck his tongue out at her. That giggle quickly turned into another round of laughter. Which Faolan joined in on.