**Palette Town**<br/><br/>Agreeing wholeheartedly with Mewtwo, Charity realized that arguing the matter would not only be futile, but stupid. She needed to do something, certainly. Again reaching for the gear, she picked it up and went through her contact list until she found Samuel's number. Selecting it, she waited patiently as she sent the call, listening to the steady ring of the other line.<br/><br/>For a long time.<br/><br/>At last, the call ended itself, asking the woman to leave a message. Instead she hung up, folded the gear, and sighed.<br/><br/>"I guess that means he's not home. Or able to answer...or something." She looked over at the monster so that their eyes met. "I'm a little worried, but I suppose I should do what he asked. The only way to find out what he meant about a feather is to see if the museum knows about it. If they do, they might be able to tell me. It just seems so vague. I don't understand it."<br/><br/>Sliding her gear into her backpack, she got up and moved over to the bed, flopping down on it and stretching out as much as she could.<br/><br/>"I'll have to go to Pewter tomorrow. I just got here, and in the morning I need to see about going down to Samuel's old house to see if we were able to get it in our name. I need to go to the lab too, and gather anything that was left there that might be useful. A lot of things were lost in the fire that happened there after Samuel left." She paused and pondered. "Sometimes I wonder if maybe someone didn't set that fire to try and destroy his work..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**S.S. Aqua**<br/><br/>Micah quieted down, returning the ball to its place in his pocket, before settling to listen to Renna's words of gratitude. Everyone at the table either bade her welcome or cheered. Some even applauded, and it was clear to Micah that this woman was well-loved. He didn't doubt that she would go far.<br/><br/><br/>The ship landed in the port of Vermillion, and by the time it laid anchor, the stars were alight in their full glory against the black sky. The lights of the city reflected off of the water in red and gold streaks, coloring the waves with neon as those aboard were welcomed. Disembarking was unadventurous, but certainly spectacular. The docks were lined with strings of lights to help illuminate the path into Vermillion itself, and beyond the docks, countless buildings climbed into the night sky, their shadows brightened by flashes of light across their fronts and gentle gleams in their windows.<br/><br/>Even with it being so late, the city was still alive with trainers and tourists seeking the nightlife.