Early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the mottled glass window and fell across Arven's troubled face.
"Mmph."
He sat up and looked around blankly. Then he turned to Nemona, who was waking up nearby. "Were you... crying last night?"
Nothing was more irritating than being jolted halfway awake by noise while fast asleep.
You couldn't wake up enough to deal with the source, but you couldn't get back to sleep either.
Nemona yawned. "I was about to ask you the same thing. But it wasn't last night—it was around dawn."
Arven blinked.
If it wasn't you or me, then—
They both looked toward the spot where Baimu should have been sleeping. It was neat as a pin, as though no one had ever lain there.
Where was Baimu?!
Just as they were wondering what had happened, they heard a Pokémon cry outside.
Creak—
The door opened. With the sunlight behind him, Baimu said, "You're awake? Wash up and come out for lunch... Why are you both looking at me like that?"
Arven rubbed his hands together awkwardly. "Did you, uh... run into some kind of trouble?"
"Wait! It might not have been Baimu. Does he look like someone who'd secretly cry in the middle of the night?"
Nemona wasn't convinced.
Ever since learning that ghosts really did exist—not just Ghost Pokémon—she'd been afraid to go out at night.
Arven whipped around and glared at her. Did she have to be so blunt?!
What if he really had been crying in secret? She'd be exposing something he wanted to keep private! The man had his pride!
But before Nemona could respond,
Baimu sighed helplessly. "You've got it wrong. I wasn't the one crying. It was that one."
He stepped aside and pointed to a spot in the sunlight.
They looked over and