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A chill went through Spirit as she examined the painting. It was... frightening, to think of someone who hated the legendary Pokémon that much. Was it Orzo himself? Or some other sinister presence that had snuck in to deface it? Her ears perked at the sounds from outside. Orzo insisted he was...

"Wait," Spirit thought, hoping it could reach Hazel. "I will be fine. I only need to see--" A terrible chill went through Spirit as Orzo froze, like he'd noticed something. And then, a strange dampening cool, emanating from the gem Marshadow had added to her necklace, enveloping her, another...

Spirit froze where she was. Should she return, let the others know? Or, if she did, would she miss something important? She crouched low instinctively, backing away into the wall where she could still watch what was happening, ready to bolt off through it if she had to.

Spirit's immaterial ears perked. A change in the storage room. Did it mean anything? Surely Xavian could have just moved the box looking for the book he was reading, or the like. But it was something. For good measure, she crept down the other hallway as well to inspect the bedrooms.

Spirit looked around. Everything appeared peaceful, Clink sleeping, Xavian reading about myth. Two hallways led the way to other rooms. She couldn't sense Orzo here at all. Wasn't that strange? If he was missing, shouldn't Clink and Xavian be concerned about him? She padded her way carefully...

May was downstairs, picking restlessly at her fingernails. Spirit stood by her side, tails still wrapped partway around her as if to make sure she was still there, until she looked up. "That it?" she asked quietly. Spirit nodded, bumped her head against her hand, looked around to make sure no...