[France fishes Cecelia's pokeball out of his pocket and releases her over the surf. The Milotic trills happily, moving into the water with relish. France pockets her ball again, breathing out a misty breath in the cold air.]

The amount of people leaving is rather odd. This didn't happen last year.

[Canada disappeared not long after this time last year, though. The thought makes France feel rather melancholy.]

This place never fails to avoid making any sense at all.