“I came as soon as I heard.” Blaine perked up. That was a voice he had not heard for some time. But what good was it to hear it now? He shook his head and continued to sit with his legs crossed. “Have you had anything to eat? Perhaps I could brew us some Celadon tea,” Iroh said. He knelt down beside the gym leader. He wanted to reach out and comfort the man but he knew it wasn’t time yet. “Go away. How can you come to me now, when everything is gone?” Blaine growled. “If you had come two weeks ago this wouldn’t have even happened.” “Blaine. What happened to Cinnabar is no one’s fault. It is certainly not your fault. I hope you understand that these things-” “I don’t want any of your platitudes!” Blaine stood up, gripping a pokeball. “Ask a question for once in your life, old man!” “I ask a lot of questions. How far did the eruption reach? Was anyone hurt? Is my friend okay? I came to be here for you.” “Can it! Go, A...
It was a dark and inconvenient night. Gromit had drawn himself a bath, there were candles lit, and he had a glass of toilet water chilled at thirty-four degrees. He had just shut the door when the phone rang. Gromit winced at the sound. At nine o’clock at night, there was no way this was a social call. Not that Wallace received many social calls in the first place. “Hello, Gromit’s Ghost Garage! Your rest is our peace!” Wallace said. Gromit pricked up his ears but couldn’t make out anything coming from the other line. Wallace continued, “Yes, we’re available.” Gromit’s head drooped. He took the plug out of the bath and emptied his glass. “Oh, I see. Your home has all the signs of being haunted. Piano playing itself, doors opening, scratching on the walls. Oh, I’ve seen it all before. Yes ma’am, we can be by tonight. And what was your name again, Miss? Lady Bow…A very charming name. Oh, you’re the gal living in the mansion on the other side of town. You’ll forg...