a Murkrow cawed overhead, swooping down at the intruder. she would duck, letting it fly out and into the night air. it didn't come back. strange. perhaps it knew she would not be so easily deterred from this location.

determination set on her otherwise neutral face as she walked further in. looking at the empty shack, she felt a sense of foreboding. what had happened here? she saw fishing poles abandoned in the corner. she saw picture frames still there.

time to dig a little deeper.

dark. fairy.

hmm, there was definitely something here. something that made different types of Pokémon convene in one place. normally she would not care about these things, but the more... ah, heavily supernatural inclined Pokémon types... well, that was a giveaway.

so what happens next? she had to keep looking. the Clefairy is ignored as it rushes out the open doorway. Siobhan keeps her pace leisurely, walking around the old abandoned fishing shack. something made them flee.

what was it?

there was nothing here.

old documents about fish migration, old poles used to catch those fish... the Wigglytuff was the only clue she had, and it was not going to talk. it stared at her through teal orbs before darting off.

perhaps it was just a wild Pokémon. shame. she would have to come back another time; she already wasted a lot of it here finding nothing. Siobhan would walk back from where she came.

/end