Ralph
Tim entered the living room of the Mansion and plotted his things onto the floor. He had finally arrived and was willing to explore. Many opportunities would show up which made it just as fun. "Soft Couch. Nice scenery. As should be expected from a multi millionaire family that owns a private island. What's next? They're evil and plan on terminating us all?" Tim's Pikachu would jokingly say. Tim sighed, resting on the couch. It was a long flight from Ryme City to the island, so he was tired. Tim let out a small yawn before crossing his arms in a resting position. "I'd rather not think about it. I just came here to have fun..." Tim quietly replied.

He looked to the ceiling, all nice and polished. It reminded him of one of the cases he took. It was like it was just yesterday. He already began to miss life in Ryme City. Pikachu turned over to him. He understood how he felt."Listen, kid. I know vacation isn't going to get us anywhere near the disappearance of your Father, but whenever you're ready we can leave... Or stay longer..." Pikachu suggested. Tim looked at his partner once more with a smile. He then nodded
William
Before Tim arrived, Alba had set up her post on the far end of the same couch. A small wooden table with a glossy finish displayed various sweets. The selection included a box of made-to-order donuts, a tub of ice cream, and a bowl of cookies. Despite her wealth of sweet delights, Alba appeared to be disheartened. Her frame slumped over the soft cushions, and her delicate hand rested on her cheek drearily. She looked at the talking Pikachu with unamused confusion, for she had seen another talking pokemon a few days prior. "Welcome to the island," She spoke softly with a hint of hoarseness caused by lack of sleep. Still being the kind woman she was known to be, Alba grabbed the box of donuts and gestured towards the trainer and his Pikachu. 

A Weavile, specifically Alba's, walked into the room. In her hands, she held a silver platter with more donuts to share. "Weavile," The cold creature spoke in a vibrant and energetic voice as she sat down the platter on a coffee table just situated in front of the couch. Whatever had the woman down had caused her already voracious appetite for sweets to increase even further.
Ralph
"Woah. Someone understood me. That's a first..." Pikachu would say, climbing onto Tim's shoulder. The young detective stood up, stretching out his arms. "Y-Yeah. Thanks. I guess I wouldn't mind a treat..." Tim replied. Who took two donuts. One for himself, and the other for his Partner. Pikachu began to enjoy the delicious sweet nibble by nibble. "Say, you understood what my Pikachu was saying?" Tim asked. But where were his manners. He just got here. "Oh! By the way I'm Tim. Tim Goodman. Detective for the Ryme City Police and Forensics department!"