Vacationing in Alola sounds so nice right about now... This city, as creepy as it is, is the only place Emme knows because she was born and raised here, but she can imagine that anywhere else is better. Somewhere with lots of sun and fresh air, where the only reason a bus would suddenly stop is because it's run out of gas. She peers again out to the distance where the bus sits— has been sitting for so long now— and heaves a sigh.

"Whatever happened, I don't see what that has to do with us. It's not like I'm so eager for school or anything, but at least the classroom's dry and—" She almost says 'safe,' but catches herself just in time, "—warm. Or if it'd just stop raining, I could let out my Pokemon too."