Hardly anyone ever went into the Pokemon Tower if they weren't a medium anymore. Pearl didn't know if it was because people had forgotten about their deceased Pokemon, or if they didn't know about the Tower, or if they were just afraid of the ghosts. But for whatever reason it was, she thought it was sad. After all, the ghosts weren't scary, not really. They were just sad, or lonely. Maybe even a little angry sometimes, but they weren't scary.

Well, they did surprise people sometimes. But they weren't scary.

Pearl gave a little shriek and jumped as a large pink tongue licked the side of her face, turning to find a Gastly - her Gastly, although she wasn't really sure if she could call it hers or not since she hadn't caught it - floating there chuckling at her. "You startled me!" she told it, and frowned and wagged her finger at it. "I told you to stop doing that."

Gastly just chuckled more and licked her again happily before circling around her head, and Pearl giggled. "You want to play a little, right?" she asked, and it grinned wider.

"Well, okay," she said. "I've helped quite a lot today, so I guess I can play with you."

Gastly zoomed around her head again in excitement. Pearl laughed; really, when they were like this, how could anyone be scared of Ghost Pokemon?