Rain poured heavily as a woman scrambled over a large boulder, clutching a small child close to her chest in an attempt to shield it from the harsh weather. She flinched as lightning flashed and hurried down the wet slope. The faint sounds of snarling and angry voices were getting closer. There was no more time left. Leaping over a stream, she scanned the area until she spotted a small hollow underneath a tree. For a brief moment she hesitated, knowing the cost of her choice. The voices were getting closer than ever. The woman stared at her child one last time and kissed his forehead before shoving him into the hollow. A huge force suddenly knocked her down and the liepard towering over her began to ready an attack.

Ashia awoke with a start. She steadied her breathing and glanced around the dark room to gather her surroundings. The sun's early morning rays seeped through the curtains and a flock of Pidoves were flying by, chattering happily with one another. She sighed, letting her shoulders slump. A wave of grief overcame her as she remembered where she was. She shifted onto her side and faced the khaki colored wall. Her family had taken her to a "care center" on the outskirts of town to see if they could do anything to help her get over the loss of her missing son and deceased husband. If anything, it only made things worse.

She couldn't leave the mansion without an escort and most of the staff there were anything but tolerable. She covered her head with the blanket as the door opened. "Ashia," one of the caretakers who was an Audino called. "Someone's here to see you." She said nothing. Before, she'd perk up at the announcement in hopes that it'd be Penny, the local police, coming to inform her that her son had been found. Now, she hated every second of the person's visit. She didn't bother to remember their faces or their names. She only wanted her son back and Ghetsis' head on a silver platter.

"It's me, Detective Looker," a male voice said. Ashia didn't move. She didn't know who he was, nor did she care. The police and government never brought any good news regarding Team Plasma or her son. He would be no different than the rest. "I think you might want to hear this." She heard him pull a chair up and sit beside her. "Team Plasma tried to control the legendary pokemon Reshiram but stopped by some trainers." Ashia frowned in annoyance. What did any of that have anything to do with her? Was he just wasting her time like the others? "A mysterious young man named N shares your ability to hear the inner voices of pokemon. Does he look familiar to you?" Looker handed her a photo of a young man with tea green hair. Ashia stared at it for a long time in silence. Grief, sorrow, and joy filled her heart. He was a spitting image of his father. If only Yasha could see him.

"Thank you," she managed to say. Looker smiled sympathetically.

"You can keep the picture. I've got another," he responded. "I'll call you if I get more news concerning his whereabouts." He stood up and headed towards the door. "Your search wasn't in vain after all, Miss Regan." No, it wasn't. As he left, so did Ashia's happiness which was quickly replaced with fear and uncertainty. Would N, since that was what he was called now, be willing to see her? Had whoever raised him filled his head with lies so he'd hate her? She hoped not. Audino held her hand with his paw and smiled assuringly.

"Everything will be fine," he murmured. "He's alive and that's all that matters." Yes, she supposed he was right. Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed and headed downstairs to the dining hall with her dear friend close beside. They had a lot of catching up to do.