Late at night.
Inside the villa's guest room.
An Xin'er curled up in the soft bed, sleeping while hugging Hoopa and Hisuian Zorua.
Though it was an unfamiliar environment, the Incense drifting through the room made her feel especially peaceful, as if she had returned to the embrace of her mother, Diantha. Her dream was especially wonderful.
Outside the window, Darkrai watched in silence. It seemed to recognize the little girl, yet also seemed unable to remember her.
They had probably met once when it had gone berserk.
Seeing An Xin'er's pleasant dream, Darkrai raised a claw and, for once, did Cresselia's job, making the Diantha in her dream a little more vivid.
The unconscious smile on the girl's face became even sweeter, and her hold around Hisuian Zorua tightened.
The poor chubby fox was forcibly squeezed awake.
"Aw!"
Unable to breathe, it forcibly broke free from An Xin'er's embrace and fled those seemingly slender, jade-white arms that were actually as strong as steel bars.
Hisuian Zorua fled upstairs in search of Baimu's warm, springy chest.
Yet before it even entered the room, it realized he seemed to be talking to someone.
"There won't be so many people next time."
"I know."
"What do you mean, no? That old man—Professor Oak—is a very nice person. You should trust my judgment."
"Aw?"
Hisuian Zorua slowly approached in curiosity and discovered Baimu sitting at the edge of the bed, talking to a big-headed "rabbit."
Its sudden appearance seemed to have no effect whatsoever on their conversation.
Hisuian Zorua jumped onto Baimu's lap, glanced at the large bed already covered in Pokémon, then turned in a circle and curled up.
Calyrex gave it a bland look before continuing to protest to Baimu.
Platinum Silver Mountain had indeed been rather lively lately, and Scallion