(will come back and add images later)
"This stinks. I hate it here. I want to go home."
Tomoe closed her eyes and tried, in vain, to imagine a peaceful lake on a peaceful mountain. Acheron had suggested it, so she had made an attempt, but she was of the opinion that in this particular instance his advice had been thoroughly useless. Or maybe it just served him better, since he was here too, and he hadn't seen fit to incinerate the little wretch that the Cubone had foisted on them this morning.