Isaac had stood there, deep in thought for the past couple of minutes as time seemed to pass around him, watching the battle between Dragon and the girl.<br/><br/><br/>"Something's on your mind." Prometheus said to his contemplating friend.<br/><br/><br/>"...Dragon is with international police."<br/><br/><br/>"That he is. Real experienced guy, too. Bishop could learn a thing or two from him." Prometheus quipped. "I'll be sure tell him what Dragon said about him."<br/><br/><br/>"...Should we bring it up with Dragon? The incident, I mean."<br/><br/><br/>"...So that's what you were thinking about. I don't know if we should tell anyone about that without Bishop around."<br/><br/><br/>"We have no leads, Prometheus." Isaac said sternly. "Ten years, and we have absolutely no idea to the truth behind what happened in the Berthold manor than we did when it first happened. We need someone with experience investigating this. As soon as their battle is over, I need to ask Dragon. Bishop won't investigate on his own. He's too afraid of what he'll learn. He'll continue on his journey, challenging gyms and trainers, continuing on to the Elite 4 and beyond, if it means he can be distracted from it."<br/><br/><br/>"...I suppose this isn't something we can ignore forever. Especially not if one of our first theories turns out to be right..."<br/><br/><br/>Both of the Pokemorphs, as well as everybody in the room, had no idea that Bishop was hovering around the corner, unseen, unmoving, overhearing everything with a blank look on his face.