Dahlia hadn't spent much time in Cherrygrove before leaving and making her way to Violet. Her "boyfriend" was in Violet, along with several others from their world, and he was her main priority. He was from after the trial of the murder she tried to frame him for and, obviously, her plan of putting him in jail and silencing him forever failed.

Even if she despised the man, she would rather stick close to him in order to keep him from letting out information she'd rather have kept quiet. No one suspected her of any crimes in this world. She wanted to have it stay that way.

Her Venonat, Daphne, followed closely behind as they traveled down the path. The sun was beginning to set and the last signs of sunlight were beginning to fade. As Dahlia decided to stop for camp, she noticed something, or rather someone, off in the distance.

There was no longer a need to hunt her "boyfriend" down, it seemed. He had walked right into her hands. He was so predictable. Dahlia was moderately surprised she hadn't run into him sooner.

She allowed a soft smile to grace her face as she approached her "darling" Feenie.

"It's so nice to finally see you again in person, Feenie. It's been so long since we've last met face to face."

She wasn't aware that, to him, it really had been a very long time.