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Nenet jolts away to the sound of her bedroom door being knocked insistently upon; near her head somewhere an alarm blares that she's somehow managed to sleep though.
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"Nenet, you're going to be late for the airport at this rate," calls the voice of her father of all people.
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Peeling her eyes open, she stares blearily at the ceiling for a moment before slapping around her night stand to silence the offensive noise. One dim look around the room confirms she's back at home in Alola, though she has no idea how she's gotten here of all places.
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"I'm up," she calls automatically. Pushing herself into a seated position, Nenet rubs at her eye as she takes in the sight of her packed bags. It all reminds her of the overnight recitals her father used to take her to on the other islands, but surely that can't be the case. She has work at the Observatory in the morning, after all.
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She isn't given time to argue, however, as her father is soon in the room demanding she get up. The next two hours come as a blur as she's driven to the airport and listens to her father praise how proud he is of her. They pass through the security line together and are seated next to one another on the plane, soon bidding Alola goodbye for the shores of Hoenn.
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Nenet isn't sure why they're going, and at this point she's afraid to ask. Instead, she laces her hand with her father's, trying to soak up the comfort of his presence despite her bewilderment.

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She sleeps on the plane and wakes up with a crick in her neck. Groggy and tired, she hails a cab with her father and the pair are off to a hotel to shower and change before meeting with the dance hall director.
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The theatre is immaculate, polished golden and brightly lit with velvet drapes completing its classic appearance. Somewhere in the distance she can hear the string section rehearsing, but that isn't her concern. Instead Nenet focuses on the group of young women she will be giving a demonstration to, as well as training them for the next six months to prepare them for their professional careers.
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It seems fitting to bring up the next generation of ballerinas one last time before her retirement.
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Her previous confusion slips away as she guides the young ballerinas through their practice routines. This is what she was meant to do - to move to music, to guide, to dance. Her body pleasantly aches as the last demonstration is given and she sees the girls off.
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A quick chat with their instructor and Nenet finds herself finished for the day. She could go back to the hotel and find some sort of - actually she's not sure what time it is exactly. It's either very very late, or very very early.
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Maybe she could grab a quick drink before heading back...

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Changing at the theatre to shower off the grime of exertion, Nenet dresses anew for a leisurely evening. Speaking with one of the theatre's attendants, she eventually is given the name of a nearby bar, Howling at the Moon, and orders a taxi to take her there.
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The night is beautiful, gilded with sapphire and diamonds, though light pollution sadly muddies the outline of the galaxy beyond. The likes the interior well enough, but what catches her eye is the man currently working the bar. He's tall, and moves confidently - both qualities Nenet likes in a man.
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His ass doesn't look so bad either.
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She observes a few people milling about here and there through the bar before catching the bartender's eye with a graceful tip of her chin. Her elbows settling onto the bar she rests her chin atop her now-laced fingers as a coy smile curls across her lips. In a low, mellow timbre she orders, "Champagne, please."
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"I'm celebrating." Nenet informs the man before her playfully.
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He falls into her gravity immediately and they orbit one another, a coy dance of give and take. She sips champagne; she learns his name - somehow it's almost familiar; she remains after hours and leaves for his apartment with him in tow.
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From then on they collide into one another's lives, both catastrophic and grand, and never seem to fully separate despite their best efforts.

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A year's residency in Hoenn turns into two, turns into three.
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Turns into...
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Nenet glances up from her phone as the taxi takes her towards the elementary school. The driver keeps giving her odd looks from the rear mirror, as if expecting her to say something; she ignores him and goes back to her phone, instead rejecting private dance-lesson request for tomorrow afternoon.
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"Almost there," the taxi driver says, his voice laced with an undercurrent of mirth that Nenet cannot seem to find the reason for.
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When Nenet fails to speak again he grins, feral and wide, as the vehicle slows and he pulls up to the curb. He steps from the cab, coming around the side to open the door for Nenet, and that's when he speaks again.
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"Really lost yourself in that one, huh?" Father Winter pulls the hat from his head and gives a little laugh. "That's alright. We've got all the data we need now. See you later."
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Before she can react, her thoughts turning frantically towards the young girl waiting at the school's gates all alone, Nenet finds herself thrust through a portal and back into her own time and place.
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Stunned, bewildered, emotions crash through her as the first voice she hears, the first thing she sees, is her husband Zev. The next moment his arms are around her, whispering, promising, that everything was all right and none of it was real....
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Nenet begins to weep.

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