The Eevee seemed upset about something, though Timothy was unsure what. She had turned away from him in what he thought was anger, but he could not understand why.

A voice cut through his thoughts and he turned to see the Braixen speaking to them. She spoke of a mission they were about to embark on. Already? But he had just gotten here! It seemed relatively simple, though, even if it meant going through a mystery dungeon. She'd paired him up with the Eevee he had just spoken to, which made him slightly uncomfortable because he had just upset her. Once the groups had been made, the Braixen lead them out the door, and a rather noisy Honedge began squealing in excitement.

Wait a minute...

A Honedge?

Timothy yelped at the realization, and instinctively backed up into the bookshelf, causing shelves and books to tumble onto him. "No! Stay away from me!" he cried to the Honedge. "I don't want any trouble I don't wish to bother you please leave me alone I promise I won't bother you again pleeeeeeeease!" His legs were trembling and he was sweating profusely. 

His mind wasn't even there anymore. All he could see was an angry blade attacking him. He didn't know what was in that tall grass. He couldn't have known what was going to happen to him that day. But it happened, and how could he forget? His knees collapsed under him and he flopped over onto his side, barely missing the Eevee. He lay there, shivering. "I'm sorry..." He pleaded over and over. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."