Bishop slept in his sleeping bag, anxiously turning in his sleep. He had returned all of his morphs to their Pokeballs, except for Isaac and Prometheus, who had insisted that they stay out and help Spirit take watch.<br/><br/><br/>"Haw, who needs sleep anyway?" Prometheus joked, looking up at the sky. "No time for it, these days."<br/><br/><br/>"Today's events...weren't exactly predictable." Isaac stated.<br/><br/><br/>"And we'll only get more of the same from here. Bishop's really going to need to get himself together if he's going through with this. Kid worries too much, even if it is justified."<br/><br/><br/>"So you think Celine should go?"<br/><br/><br/>"Haw, never said that. Little lady can do what she wants. I'm saying that Bishop needs to drop the chivalry, and fast. Out here, there are no gentlemen and ladies and servants and all that, only trainers. Honestly, this is probably our fault. We should have made it clear to him before he ever started his journey."<br/><br/><br/>"I'm amazed."<br/><br/><br/>"Yeah, we've screwed up pretty bad. Freaking out over Nurse Joy and the lass, and it will probably keep go-"<br/><br/><br/>"No, I mean I'm amazed at how hypocritical that is, coming from you."<br/><br/><br/>"Haw haw haw, you're never going to let me live it down, huh?" Prometheus laughed heartily, then suddenly stopped. "Hmm. I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden."<br/><br/><br/>"A bad feeling?"<br/><br/><br/>"Yeah. Gut feeling, like something sinister's going on. Must just be the excitement from earlier." Prometheus said, brushing it off.