Miss Daisy let out a sigh as she closed the book. "My, this is a find..."

Chester tilted his head, "So what do you think?"

The Leavanny placed an arm under her chin, "I'd say this is without a doubt the leader of the Strange Ones. And it seems like they have plans for what to do with these crystals. It's good you two this to me." She turned to face the Treecko and Sneasel with a smile on her face, "And as for you two, thanks for keeping me company. Your stories were amazing!"

"Thank you miss!" The Treecko smiled, "And thanks for the flowers!" He looked over at his friend, who was holding a big bouquet of various colorful flowers.

The Sneasel took a big sniff of the flowers, "Mmm... smells like... flowers." The Sneasel paused, "A-Anyways, we better get going. Have a nice day!"

The two partners waved goodbye as they walked off into the distance. "Farewell!" Miss Daisy waved.

"So what happens now?" Row asked.

"Now we take down this camp and wait for our ride home." She stretched her arms upwards, "Ugh, I hate having to do this without Messa."

"He's not coming back?" Row looked off into the distance at nothing. Honestly, at this point he wouldn't have been surprised if he suddenly appeared in a cloud of dust.

"No, he's going to be gone for a while I fear..." Miss Daisy crossed her arms, "Serious matters. I just know it."

"Well in that case..." Chester pounded a fist into his palm, "Why don't we help you?"

Miss Daisy looked surprised, "Oh it's fine dear. Everyone is already tired and-"

Suddenly, a loud stomp came from behind. Belonging to Samuel, with Fernand behind him. "I'm feeling just fine." He gestured towards the tent, "Me and Fernand will do this in seconds."

Then, from the side came Team Beauty, looking as beautiful as ever. "We've recovered enough," Leaf bowed, "We'll take down our tent."

Miss Daisy leaned to the side, expecting Team Trouble to come up from behind with similar energy. Instead she saw them slowly approaching while clutching at their guts, still feeling the effects of the buffet. "We'll sit this one out." Cheese sighed.

Daisy just chuckled and crossed her arms as she smiled, "Thank you all."

Everyone got to work. Team Buster, namely Samuel being his aggressive self, managed to take the tent down in seconds and put it all into a sloppy pile. Chester and Row could only watch as everything was done without them. On the other side, Team Beauty were slowly but neatly putting away their tent in a nice little pile. Though they finished last, they at least didn't make too much of a mess.

"Thank you again..." Miss Daisy waved her arms, "Just leave the rest to me."

In a flash, she zipped around the camp and picked up every last thing. In just a few seconds, it looked like no one was there in the first place. She stopped her dash and panted, wiping her brow. "Whew. Let's hope we don't have to do this for a while!"

Row looked around, noticing something. "Where's the Donphan?"

Miss Daisy giggled, "Right, Mister Messa wanted to treat you all to something special. A little treat."

Suddenly, the sound of heavy bassy music was heard approaching them. Then the sight of a big golden trailer being pulled by a very old looking Donphan came into view. He parked close to the group and nodded towards the trailer. "Hey." He said, voice sounded like the roughest of gravel.

"Everyone, meet Uncle Jack." Miss Daisy grinned.

Chester looked like his head was gonna explode from the excitement. He let out a massive cry of joy, "Woooo! This is the best!"

Row just stared, mouth agape at the sight of this lavish looking ride. "T-That looks expensive." He said. "What even is this?

"A special service!" Miss Daisy leaned down towards him, "Pokémon love to book it for parties or business meetings. For us, it's a nice way of getting home!" She stood upright and clapped her blades together. "Alright everyone," he said, "all aboard!"

Everyone wasted no time in boarding the trailer. The insides of the trailer was lavish, with purple striped wallpaper and a big carpeted floor colored blue. Long seats of plush cushions lined the walls, and above them on the ceiling was a sparkling ball that occasionally shined a single beam of light under it. The source of the music came from a Loudred in the center, playing something that could only be described as "party music".

Row stared in awe as everyone took their seats. He went up to the Loudred and tried his best to communicate to him. This went on for a few too many seconds until the music he was playing was now much less loud and it was a weird happier sounding kind of tune. He really wished he knew music more.

Then his attention was drawn to a strong emotion. A mixture of sadness and frustration, and it was coming from the front of the trailer. He walked over and took notice of a window with a blind over it. A ledge allowed his small self to climb up and open the blind to peer outside. He saw Uncle Jack still running with the trailer in tow.

"Hey, are you ok?" Row asked. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he should say something.

"Eh?" His eye flicked towards Row, then back on the road. "Oh." He looked mildly surprised at his presence, and the inquiry into his well being. "Yeah I'm fine."

"You don't... feel fine."

Uncle Jack sighed, "Right, can't hide your feelings from Ralts." He hummed a bit, "Really want to lend an ear to an old Donphan?"

"Yeah." Row nodded.

"Well, been having some troubles in my business. My employees keep coming to me all beat up from wild Pokemon, and some who haven't still talk about feeling like they've ran a marathon and don't know why. Call me a softie, but seeing them all beat up and tired makes me just miserable."

"Sorry to hear that." Row rested his head in his hand, "Got any ideas of what to do?"

"Nah, I don't got a clue. I've just been running my business as I usually do. Not like I can do anything anyways, feels like I've just been working on auto-pilot. Ever feel that way? Like your life is being pulled along?"

Row shrugged, "Not really. Well, I guess things have been kind of... happening to me. But I've been adapting well and I'm pretty happy with it so far."

"See I'd love to do that, but when you're running a business and have to go through all the motions..." He grunted, "This darn business..."

"What's wrong with it?" Row said, "Me and my friend rely on it to get to our HQ. It's been great!"

"Huh." Uncle Jack smacked his lips together and hummed. "Can you keep a secret?"

Row was confused at this sudden turn, "Yes?"

"See, a couple of years ago my business wasn't doing well. Only operated in the small upper corner of the region. Then one night I get this dream; I was facing a weird looking Pokemon who looked like a weird version of me. He says something, don't know what, and then I woke up. Next thing I knew, I find a fat check in the mail with a single note attached. And it read 'Cash it."

"And you did?" Row said.

"Yeah. No name, no idea where it came from, yet I cashed it. From then on, any time something comes up, either a town doesn't want a taxi stop placed or a route gets too worn, I can expect the problem to go away and a single note with something like 'Keep it up' written on it."

"Sounds like you just have a really nice mystery Pokémon looking out for you."

"That's one way of looking at it, but I just can't shake the feeling I made a deal I'm gonna regret someday. And all these current issues are a part of it... maybe that mystery Pokémon is behind it." He shook his head, "No no, now I'm just rambling." Uncle Jack sighed, "Sorry. Had to get that off my chest to... someone I guess."

"It's ok. Do you at least feel better?"

"A bit. Thanks."

Row smiled, "Hope things turn out even better."

"You and me both kid. You and me both." Uncle Jack chuckled.

"Hey Row!" Chester called out, "What are you doing? Come sit with me!"

Row closed the window and hopped down, walking over to his friend. He was sat upon the seat, patting the spot next to him with a big grin on his face. "I still got some snacks! Figured we'd enjoy some on the way home!"

"That's ok, I'm good for now." Row sat next to him, placing his hands in his lap.

"Suit yourself. Hey, what were you talking about over there?" He asked, munching on whatever he still had in his bag.

"Nothing." Row paused as a thought swooped into his mind, "Hey, when you looked in the book... that wasn't my handwriting was it?"

Chester rapidly shook his head, "Nah, yours is way messier."

"Excuse me?!" Row gasped, "It's not that bad is it?"

"Yup." Chester chuckled, but then he stopped as his expression grew more serious, "Hey, don't worry. At this point, if you don't remember anything then it probably wasn't important."

"...That's one way of looking at it." Row exhaled, "I'm just... I need an answer."

"And I'm sure you'll get it! But right now, you're here. I'm here too. Let's just ride it out!" Chester patted his friend on the back.

"Worked so far." Row smiled back. Then he let out a massive yawn, "Ugh, I can't wait to get back home."

"Same." Chester stretched his arms over his head, "My bed is gonna be soooo warm tonight."

"Hey, uh..." Row kicked his feet, "Is it okay if I rest my head on your shoulder? I don't really want to lie down on this seat."

"Sure thing bud." Chester patted his shoulder, fluffing it like a pillow. Row leaned over and placed his head on it, letting out deep breath as he relaxed. His eyes scanned the trailer, watching all the guild members interacting with each other. Team Beauty were talking with each other while chewing on mint leaves, Team Buster practicing jabs in the air, and Team Trouble still looking sick.

As he began to drift into his nap, his last thought was wondering if his life could be just this forever.

Meanwhile on the outside, a cloaked figure watched the trailer driving into the distance. He reached into a pocket and pulled out an orb, squeezing it.

"They're on their way. Everything ready?" He spoke with a buttery smooth voice.

"Excellent. I'll meet you there." He squeezed the orb again and put it away.

The figure let out a sinister chuckle as he began dashing away with intense speed.

"Let the message be loud and clear..."