Maggie stared hard at her new flashlight for almost a minute while her brain reformed from mush. The men were gone, babbling even as they went, and Maggie was apparently still in one piece, so that was good. She was now standing where the forest broke upon the mountain, before an ostensibly unofficial entrance to Mt. Moon. An unofficial entrance that the men had brought her to. Which she had paid to use. She didn't even want to get into stupid Mt. Moon. They had professionally upheld their end of a business contract that she had willingly entered, because obviously Maggie was a complete ditz! She dropped her head with a sigh, hoping the broad brim of her hat hid just how flushed she was.<br/><br/>Before she could finish drowning in shame, Dream was there in a flash, leaning heavily on her left shoulder, already chattering incessantly in a language older than time, scarcely containing her eager glee. Maggie yelped and recoiled at the impersonation, but now Dream was leaning heavily on her other shoulder, with a sidelong look of calculated personability, still misusing the ancient tongue of the gods as a verbal blitzkrieg. The trainer withstood the assault for a few cycles before falling to her knees in defeat with another heavy sigh, while her Pokemon screamed with laughter overhead. She should have seen that coming. They both knew Maggie totally deserved to be mocked, and Dream had always reveled in being the first.<br/><br/>"Okay, so I'm, like, a total failure at shopping," Maggie grumbled at the ground, "but we knew that already after the Devon thing, and anyway, I've still got some money left, um, a little bit. But I don't care if I lost my money for it, we will not be going in there and disturbing their holy ceremony, and getting fried by every technique known to Pokemon, and getting eaten by rocks, and, and..." She trailed off with a shudder. The cave air was cool, but there was something else in that darkness, something that cut through her cloak to chill her very soul. Maggie was on her feet automatically, returning the cold glare of the abyss with her own slightly miffed pout. "And, um, there normally aren't any ghosts in Mt. Moon. Cresselia! Of course there are mischievous spirits around right when I resolve to do the right thing. Well, I mean, I resolved that before too, I think? Anyway, that ghost is gonna mess up everything unless we seal it. Um, or<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>seals it, I guess, but would anyone know it's there? I don't think they have any other channelers on staff, right, probably? So I guess it can't be helped."<br/><br/>And so it was that a few minutes later, Maggie was breaking and entering to Mt. Moon. Her space age goggles, military flashlight, and traditional purification wand each found exciting new ways to clash with her purple witch ensemble, but she tolerated the fashion trainwreck for the sake of the hunt. Her own ghost was desensitized beyond the point of mocking, for once, and faded in and out of shadows as she prowled for Gastly.