Battler takes the lead down the hallway, Trainer hovering behind her and Minerva walking along behind the group.
Both of the previously locked doors—the simple wooden one with 'HELEN' carved on it, and the large obsidian one with the bronze handle—are slightly ajar. A few sounds come from Helen's room, but the three aspects ignore it.
Battler pauses for a second outside the second door, glancing in. A pair of wide, round brown eyes—much like Crewe's eyes, but a lot closer to the ground—blink back at her, then fade back into the darkness. Battle shivers for a moment, then continues.
Battler and Trainer hesitate in front of the last door and exchange glances, then turn back to the group.
"Uh, she's in there," Trainer says, clearing her throat.
"But you won't like it," Battler adds. Regardless, she pushes open the door.
Inside, Crewe's room has become engulfed in chaos. The shelves are completely empty of their Pokeballs, which cover the floor and threaten to trip anyone who tries to walk through them. Several of the shelves in the center of the room have fallen, a few leaning precariously on each other.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, seemingly oblivious to the disorder surrounding her, is Crewe. She stares blankly at the wall opposite her, then slowly turns her eyes towards the group.
"Minerva," she says finally, her voice calm and quiet, but a bit reproachful. "I thought I told you to keep them out."
Minerva pushes her way from the back of the group to stand in front of them.
"I can not force them out. It is better for them to see you and go peacefully than to start a fight in here. It is in a delicate state as it is."
Crewe nods slowly. "All right."
She turns back to the group.
"What do you want?"
Her eyes cloud with confusion briefly as she notices Jeremy. "And who is that?"