**Palette Town -- Oak Family Home**<br/><br/>The offer was a generous one to be sure, and the woman was dreadfully curious about the museum and the feather that Samuel had mentioned in his message. Nonetheless, she still felt a measure of responsibility for the girl that had wandered into the house. She knew Gary would take care of her, but she at least needed to be sure that the girl made it safely in transit.<br/><br/>Charity glanced in Renna's direction. "You know what? I'll meet you at the hospital. We'll talk more there. I have an ambulance coming to the house. I'll check the girl in under your name."<br/><br/>She hung up. Even though she hated to bother Gary with details about her own interests, she felt the urge to tell him what she'd heard from Samuel and Jonathan. She packed her gear back into her pack and slung the bag over her shoulder. Just in time too. She could hear sirens blaring in the distance.<br/><br/><br/>She emerged in the foyer to see Micah frantically dabbing at the bloody gouges slashed across the poor girl's bare chest. The young woman's soft breasts split by the deep claw marks. The sight was more horrifying than Charity had expected. She dropped her backpack to the floor and whipped out some bandages to wrap around the girl's torso. They needed to apply pressure at the very least.<br/><br/>"Did she just pass out?" She asked, somewhat hurried as she wrapped the soft gauze around the fragile figure.<br/><br/>"Yes. I tried to call you in, but--"<br/><br/>"I was on the phone, but don't worry, we'll get her taken care of."<br/><br/>It was only moments later that the squealing ambulance pulled up in front of the house, paramedics granted access immediately. Charity opted to stay behind and let Micah ride with the girl. She would have Mewtwo teleport her and Rayne --if she remembered the maid's name correctly--to the ER.<br/><br/><br/>They were there before the ambulance even arrived, an irony which Charity suspected made her look like a bad planner. It might have been quicker to teleport the girl here, but the one thing she didn't want to test was the child's durability. Teleportation could take a toll on the body, especially a body that had never done it before. So they waited.<br/><br/>When the ambulance arrived, she made sure that she was right there, despite the urging of the paramedics to move aside. She stayed with the girl until she was whisked away to a room and strapped to all manner of equipment. Charity didn't know what everything was, but being a scientist herself, she still had some measure of understanding about everything that was buzzing around her. The cries of the ER doctors as they stabilized the patient might have been unnerving to most, but she felt good that the girl was being taken care of. Eventually the chaos abated, and the girl was stable enough to be left with her IV and heart monitor, laying in the still, white room.<br/><br/>Charity stood in a corner, gently fondling Mewtwo's pokeball.<br/><br/>Honestly she hated keeping the cat in it. The monster was truly free, and only to keep her out of site of the doctors did Charity resort to confining her. But she vowed that as soon as they got back out of the hospital, Mewtwo would be unleashed again to do whatever she pleased. Charity sat in a chair next to the bed, while Micah settled into a chair by a small round table. There was another chair for Renna.<br/><br/>"So," the pokemon professor laughed softly, looking across to Micah's supposed maid. "Now that we have time, it's nice to meet you." She laughed. "I'm Charity Oak, but I think you may have guessed it already. How did you come to be in my son's service?"