*Midnight, you've really done it this time! I hate this sudden turn of events.. Forced to sing.. This is so frustrating.. I even told Lysander I'll come later..* Midnight thought to herself, feeling a bit guilty and sad for making him wait. As she thought, he's already sleeping.
"This day.. just got worse." She said to herself, feeling glum. Still, she took out her sketchpad, and made a little note to stick to his wall.
"Lysander,
I'm really sorry I had made you wait. The day just had it's sudden turn of events. I wanted to talk with you like we've always done, but the day just went from a simple photoshop editing, to being forced to sing. I'd really wished in my head that Dialga would just make time fly.. Or have Palkia alter the space. Arghh.. I hope you aren't mad by this.. I'm really sorry.
- Midnight"
*Now what to do? I STILL can't sleep.. again.* She thought to herself, walking back to her own place.