"Are those two going to be okay?" the pancake vendor asked curiously.
"Gengar." Gengar shook its head.
"Rotom, Gengar said it already erased all their memories, so trouble won't come knocking for us, Rotom," Rotom translated.
"Oh, I see..." The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Then what should we do with this Ralts?"
"Rotom..." Now all three of them were stumped. They had sneaked out in the first place. If Cheng Tian woke up the next morning and found an extra Ralts, he would definitely get suspicious.
"Hiss... that's a tough one..." The man had quite a headache over it too. "My daughter's not in Pokémon Studies either, and we don't have any spare room at home to raise a little one like this..."
"Rotom..." Rotom thought for a moment. "How about taking it to the nearest Pokémon treatment station?"
"That would work too..."
Yet Gengar just stood there on the ground, looking at the tiny Ralts twitching in the man's palm. For some reason, seeing it look so pitiful left Gengar feeling awful.
After thinking for a moment, Gengar made a bold decision.
"Gengar!"
"Rotom, are we really not going to get caught doing this, Rotom...?" Rotom said anxiously.
"Woobat." Noibat, however, expressed its support. It felt sorry for Ralts too.
"Gengar." Gengar walked carefully along the ground, holding the soundly sleeping Ralts securely in its arms, afraid of waking it.
Looking at the abandoned Ralts, Gengar inexplicably felt a sense of kinship in their shared suffering.
It knew the pain of being abandoned by a Trainer. That feeling of rejection and disappointment would leave an indelible shadow over any Pokémon's heart.
Fortunately, this Ralts was still very young, and it would soon forget many things.
Gengar began chanting an obscure, incomprehensible song. Its eyes