Where was she? Was this some dream or something? She had been inside of the prison and now, this was someplace else...

Lucia woke up on the streets of the city, face down in the middle of the sidewalk. Still dressed in the same clothing that she had been wearing in the strange jail thing. She looked all around her at the strange sights and cityscape that lied around her. Bright, towering screens of neon lights and more.

All muted behind the black visor over the mask still on her face.

"Where am I?" she asked herself, tapping her foot on the concrete and beginning to wander around this strange city. It was clearly like some of the capitals of regions she had visited before, but...it was oddly different. Maybe it was the way some buildings warped around or didn't look like they fit in reality.

A lone figure stood in the middle of a town square that stood before her. Lucia paused and debated about what she should do, though their clothing suggested that they had come from the same place they have. The child had slowly began to walk over towards the squatting person and trying to look down at whatever they were staring at.

"Excuse me," she said in a shaky voice, "D-Do you know where we are?"

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The man Lucia had approached didn't appear to be too caring about who he was speaking with. His masked head tilted up until the two of them met mask-to-mask with one another. The lack of any sort of energy or movement had caused the child to back away out of habit. Needles dug into every part of her body as his response back to her was short and lacked explanation.

His head tilted and off came the mask with his hand. The movement had really surprised her given exactly how long she had been wearing this thing. Something about its embrace just felt as if it had been locked that way for the rest of her life. Yet it was the name the man spoke that made her pause.

"Sophy?" she repeated, shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm not her."

Copying the movements that the man had made, Lucia had tried to quietly pry the mask off of her face. The display was awkward for a long couple of seconds but after an audible click, the mask was raised. Lucia was able to take her first breath of fresh air in a day.

"I'm Lucia. I just woke up here and I don't know where I am."

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The name had caught Lucia's attention quick enough for it to be near impossible to not know exactly who had been in front of her. The declaration had caused her eyes to widen in shock. It all made sense now, only adding up once he slicked back his hair.

”Doug!” Her form slammed into his as the child wrapped her arms around Doug’s midsection. She squeezed with all of her might and looked up, her eyes overflowing with tears.

”IwasoscaredandIdontknowwhathappenedIwasinsomeweirdprisonandabunchofotherpeoplewerethereIwannagohomebutIdontknowhow.”

She babbled on, only pausing to catch her breath. Lucia's prayers had been answered! Now they could all go home! The child sniffled as her hands clutched the lining around Doug's top.

”B-But you know how to get us back in Hoenn, right? You can do anything!”

It was a lot to assume what she had thought Doug was capable of, but she was desperate. It had only been one day of agonizing torture and she wanted out in any shape or form possible.

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