Bill gazed at the deepening dusk outside the window, his eyes filled with anticipation yet hiding a trace of unease.
"That figure—was far too huge. So huge that it exceeded the limits of any Pokémon I knew. Its cry didn't sound angry. It sounded more like—lonely."
"Lonely?" Dongshu did not immediately reveal that it was Dragonite. Some encounters were meant to be unveiled by the night itself.
Bill nodded. "It wanders across the world in search of its companions."
"Squirtle—Squirtle?" Squirtle could not help asking.
Dongshu understood what it meant and asked Bill on its behalf, "Does it not have any friends or family?"
Bill shook his head. "Precisely because it has none, it wanders. That Pokémon is the only one of its kind in the world."
"One day, I heard a sound like this coming from beyond the sea—" As he spoke, Bill took a recording device from his pocket.
He pressed the button, and at once, a melodious yet lonely cry echoed from it, as though reverberating across the boundless ocean.
"I want to see you. I want to see you. That was how I felt when I heard that sound," Bill said. "So I created the same sound and used this lighthouse to broadcast it toward the other side of the sea."
"Then, on a foggy night, the same sound came from across the sea. I want to see you too. I want to see you too."
"These past few days, whenever night falls under heavy fog, that one-of-a-kind Pokémon comes here to search for its companion."
But it had not found one.
"Will it appear tonight?" Dongshu could not help asking.
"Perhaps." Bill said, "I've been trying to use that sound to call it over these past few days. If it hears it, it will surely