It was, so far, a good day; it was, so far, a good trip. Though Clarence had gone by boat from Alola to Unova, it was the first time he'd gone from Unova to Alola by sea. Since he was traveling with two ghost-types without pokeballs, sea had been the only option (for safety's sake; ghost-types often affected nearby electronics, even on accident) but the S.S. Anne was an exceptionally comfortable craft, and they'd had a nice time... and time to make some progress in proving to Noemi's friend neither she nor he would be caught.

Now they were walking the edge of Paniola Town, an odd little quartet to anyone who didn't notice how Clarence's shadow shifted independently of the light. One young man with glasses, hair that could be cut, and a light windbreaker on but open, a small sheet ghost, a yamask, and an uneasy phantump hovering over his shoulders. "I think we're getting close. It's---oh, that white house with the enormous bushes in front. That's it! Who wants to knock?"