bright eyes;

[Hello network! Have a bright looking Molly, sitting cross-legged on what looks like the floor of her hotel room, with the side of the bed as a backdrop. Curled up in her lap is an adorable very recently hatched Amaura, who is nonetheless quite alert and looking up at Molly as she sets the video up.]

-- okay, there.

[She sits back and waves, and then pets the ice dinosaur, looking down at him.]

Look! It's so cool that there are dinosaurs here. Even if they're not really dinosaurs.

He took a long time to hatch so I wonder if he'll grow really slowly too. And then get really big.

[Ice dino makes a soft noncommitical (probably) sound. Molly is lost in amazement that she now owns an ice dino for like a second before she looks up at the video again with another kind of smile; a more searching, curious one.]

Okay, I wanted to ask something. I know a lot of people have a lot of pokémon, but you can only have six with you, right? So you put the rest in the computer.

Does anybody know what it's like for them there? People told me that time stops back home when we're here so maybe it's kind of like that for them?

I have six now and it's so weird to think about putting them somewhere that isn't really here.

And how do you pick which ones to put in there anyway?

[Another little pause,]

Oh and I know it's really rainy right now but if anybody wants to do anything or say hi to Jay you can call me.

[Bye network!]

Action:

[No no no no no no. No. That's not her mom. That's not her mom, and this isn't the airport, and it's another nightmare, it has to be. What else could it be? It's a dream and it's not her dream and that means she's trapped.]

[Anybody in New Bark will likely catch the sight of a little girl slowly backing away from the house she'd woken up in with wide eyes before breaking into a run and coming to a stop next to some trees to dig through her backpack. Except it's not her own backpack. And the things inside aren't what she wants or needs them to be.]

[Which is a big stressor to a kid who has no idea what to do.]


Audio, later:

Hello? Mr- Parkman? I didn't do anything, I promise.

[Spoken with the urgency of children who want to prove themselves innocent everywhere.]

Please let me out.