[The cloud wavers but doesn't quite disperse. Instead a vision comes up within it: looks like the sky, with cement stretching in front--the side of a building, perhaps looking up from below while rising. Or perhaps not, as eventually it does straighten out to where up is up and down is down, and Hurricane is sat beside the viewer, laughing.

The mist goes darker and the scenes change--Hurricane's face staring up bloody and glassy-eyed, body limp and broken. A million shards of broken sea glass, slowly fading into darkness. A friendly comment and when the viewer turns to look there's no one, as if nothing was ever there.]

[Muun, the pokemon says, as if asking a question--as if seeking confirmation]