[While Molly is looking around from her seat next to that tree, she might notice a boy walking past that's around her age. He looks a little flustered, tugging a bit at the brim of his hat as he walks with a pink Deerling trotting at his side. After a moment he stops and turns, continuing to walk.

He's...pacing? He's pacing, in the middle of the route. Talking to himself.]

...was I doing last? I had the journal, I know I had it with me...I think I did?

[He digs his hands into his hair with a loud groan of frustration before dipping his hands into the inner pockets of his vest, seeming even more distressed when he comes up empty. Concerned, the little Deerling nudges his arm with her nose, causing the boy to startle.]

Wh-!? Oh...right. Look, I don't know where I am, so just...shoo, okay?