Mystic snapped awake as she looked around the room. Her heart raced, breathing hard until a certain Dewott ran in inside.

"Mystic!? What's wrong!?" he asked, looking at the shiny Zorua then around the room as if there was an intruder nearby. Mystic, couldn't find the right words, waking up from a terrible nightmare that even she wouldn't wish upon others. Tears began to form as the Dewott came to hug the Dark type.

"Dew...I..." She muttered before she began to break down. Sinking herself into his embrace.

"It's just a bad dream Mystic. Nothing bad will happen to you. I am here for you." he tells her while still trying to calm her.