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Crystal continued to leer at Ukilah, struggling to keep her hands from balling into fists. They didn’t have to deal with any sort of mind hive Psychic absorbing freak thing, did they? Must be nice. Then again, she had no clue until it happened to her, so who knew. At least she didn’t. But, regardless of whether the Lighht-blinded Ziton existed here, having one’s mind be their sanctum, unintruded on unless willingly offered, was rather important to her now, and this snob of a person couldn’t care less. That…. It just couldn’t fly. And the attack and everyone else heading out would give her the perfect opportunity to let her know what she thought. Darting forward, her golden nails would glow pink and glow, the hybrid driving her translation of Psychic Fangs into the Light Screen to shatter it, following up with balling said hand into a fist with her eyes glowing brighter and shoving the fist into the Gothitelle hybrid’s face. A mere fist punch wouldn’t be all she delivered, though, as a psychic blast would begin at her fist, effectively acting as an addition to her punch to (hopefully) send the woman back into the wall. “Piss off with that way of thinking,” she spat, not thinking about how that might have translated here. Though, considering what she just did and everyone in the room knowing she wasn’t from there and unfamiliar with the customs, it might have been obvious. Without seeing what would come of it, though, Crystal would dart off after Monique, playing catch up to her teammate.

She’d meet up as the ambulance drove by, turning into the hospital. Noting the gaze of Monique and her seeming anxiousness, she’d nod to her. “Well. If that’s her, then let’s go. Unless you want me to barrel through people and any obstacles. Which, right now, I might not terribly care about doing. On your call, though.”

The Psychic would get slugged by Crystal, her Light Screen not protecting her this time as she took a face full of metallic cat fist. Ukilah would crumble over and fall behind the counter, knocked out cold. This provided Meg plenty of time to gather himself, recall his Pokemon, and quickly run out of the Radio Tower behind Crystal. He didn't expect the 'Fame Witch' to recover from the improvised Meteor Mash any time soon but he didn't want to chance it nor be here when someone else finds the Radio Tower's owner with a newly rearranged face.

The group would make it to the hospital and enter to find the place fairly busy, hybrids and a few humans bustling around the place, hospital staff or otherwise with a great majority of them smoking indoors which in their world was incredibly unhealthy but here who knows.

Monique would only make it so far before she crossed paths with the hospital's information desk, the Nidorina hybrid standing behind it taking notice of Monique and her crew and called out to them. "Hey you! What you need loser!?" She shouted at them in the most polite way possible for this world. Meg too tired from running to say anything himself as he was still catching his breath.

The Nidorina recoiled from Monique's growl, taken by surprise. Sure, greeting someone with a growl or even a snarl was not rude or uncommon in this world but she did it in the wrong manner, like yelling a random word in the middle of a sentence it didn't fit the social norms and thus was bizarre.

"Wow, uh okay...Kasumi? Let me see..." She sort of mumbled as she proceeded to type away on the keyboard in front of her. "Oh! Yes, I see she was recently admitted. I'm afraid you can't see her though, she is on psychiatric hold, no visitors. I'm sure you don't understand." The hybrid explained.

Meg, who had caught his breath by now, looked from the receptionist to Monique and back, waiting to see what she would do. She knew her sister was here, in this very hospital, even had a general idea of where in the building but was still being told she can't reach her.

The receptionist scowled at Monique further, not moved by her further outburst and in fact done with this conversation as she reached towards a button underneath the desk. Meg would note this subtle movement and clocked the few guards standing around the open room and decided now was the time for him to act.

"Hey, ugly..." He said, putting a hand on the counter and leaning in towards the hybrid. "...cut my friend here some slack, she is just a little worked up." He said to the hybrid with a big smile, only to receive a groan in response but that was okay, she was moving her hand away from the button as he wanted.

"Sorry, I don't date...men..." The Nidorina hybrid said with disgust.

"Oh that's okay...but hey, while I got your attention..." He said, taking out a Love Ball and releasing his Morpeko in a show of hearts and pink light. Bending down he'd pick the Morpeko off the ground and hold it out towards the hybrid. "What do you think of my happy little guy? Hideous, isn't he?" He said with a smile.

"Peko pek!" Chimed the happy little creature as he flailed his tiny little arms around. Unknown to the hybrid however Meg was channeling with his Morpeko, suggestions of joy and happiness flowing into her as the Dark One of this reality manipulated her emotions, making her more receptive and amenable.

"Aww...it's down right gross!" The Nidorina hybrid gushed, reaching out to pick up the Morpeko and snuggle it, Morpeko happily returning the snuggle as he nuzzled up to her chest, further sinking its master's grip into her heart.

"Now then, bitterheart, could you tell us what floor and room Kasumi is on?" Meg asked.

"Of course...aren't you the ugliest thing!...third floor, room three oh four." She said.

"Thank you very much." Meg thanked her, reaching out to take his Morpeko back, much to the disappointment of the Nidorina hybrid who looked like she was about to cry. Meg would then pull Monique away from the desk and handed her something, a keycard that Morpeko had swiped off the receptionist. No doubt it was for opening the doors in this building.

"Go to the bathroom, transform yourself to look like you belong here and go to the third floor, room three oh four in case you didn't hear her. Hopefully that card will open any doors in your way. Move quickly because that receptionist over there is about to make a huge scene." He warned Monique, looking over at the receptionist who now seemed irritared.

"Peko!" Barked Morpeko, Meg rolling his eyes and taking an Oran Berry out of his pocket and handed it to the rodent. "I bet she would like one right about now..."

Inside Monique would find a very dark room, a single end light over the bed turned on, illuminating the occupant of this room; her sister Kasumi. The woman was strapped to the bed, unable to move her arms and legs. Affixed to her face was a mask connected to a dirty looking bottle of what appeared to be oxygen but its decorative stickers made it look like this was not originally used for medical purposes but instead as a novelty. Did they realize she needed oxygen and not ammonia? That was one good thing but it did show a willingness to experiment on her.

Despite the supply of proper oxygen she seemed to be breathing poorly and didn't immediately respond to the door to her room opening or even Monique's presence, all her energy going into breathing as her body clung to life in this hostile world.

Kasumi began to stir as the voice called out to her, he immediate reaction was it was the nice, coming back in to bother her again. However for a brief moment a feeling of familiarity washed over her but why it did she had no idea. The nurse continued to speak and it was when the bit about the bonsai was said did these feelings of familiarity begin to grow.

"...Momo?" Was all she responded with, too weak to lift her head up and certainly incapable of sitting up thanks to these restraints. It couldn't be her, her logical mind told her this for certain. Her sister couldn't exist in such a place...whatever this place was. But her soul told her otherwise, that this had to be her, could be no other. The two parts of her being dueled against each other for the truth, however the body too weak to confirm.

"...w-where am...where am I!?" She started to weakly say, her emotions swelling in her as the memory of her family exploded to the surface. They were all gone, this wasn't her sister, it was just the same nurse that kept bothering her. She would then become angry over this, what she deemed it to be, slap in the face of cruel reality. How bad did she want this to really be Momo, the normally timid plant lover stirred to anger by this cruel reality.

As the door opened up Monique and Kasumi would be treated to a chaotic scene as the Snagems of both realities fought back roughly twenty Goldenrod City Police Officers and hospital security personnel. While she was gone the police showed up and immediately connected them to what went down at the Radio Tower, the Gothitelle hybrid clearly having came to and called the police. That said the police were very familiar with Meg and his team so it didn't take much convincing.

Normally Meg would have fled with his teammates but he refused to leave Monique behind and let Crystal fend for them both, even if the legendary hybrid was kicking a** and taking names at the moment. They may not be members of his team and he just meet them a few hours ago but he still couldn't shake the feeling of comradery with them, that the bonds of Team Snagem transcended space and time. He would fight to the death for any Snagem, any where, any when.

"Monique!" Meg shouted at the woman, spotting her after throwing a chair at an Ariados hybrid police officer, the spider woman effortless smacking it away with one of her size appendages. "We gotta go, now!" He implored her, not registering that she had her sister, too busy dodging an incoming String Shot intended to ensnare him.

The sight Monique would return to would be absolute pandemonium. Probably the first thing of note once the Zoroark hybrid found Crystal would be that she was now wearing an orange and gold work out tank top, with a matching set of shorts to finish the ensemble, now revealing a well toned and fairly built body. The giant shawl and skirt would be in a mildly disheveled pile in a chair, probably the only one that hadn’t been moved around, and a white sling style backpack rested on top of it all. There were a couple of hybrids near her that looked like they were out cold, a Gloom hybrid and a Toxicroak hybrid looked like they were reeling, and an Arbok hybrid was slithering up to her, whiping out his tail in an attempt to trip her up. The galactic lioness would instead grab it with a smirk, before her eyes began to glow brighter and she started to spin, bringing the naga with her by the tail to build up momentum for a couple of revolutions before she let go, sending the snake person into another group of police officers. It wasn’t like she herself wasn’t unscathed, though. Brawling with a bunch of poison types in this reality wasn’t the greatest for her health, judging by some of what appeared to be acid burns on various parts of her body, as well as a few cuts that were bleeding, though the blood, glittery and blue, seemed to dissipate after a minute or so of leaving her body. She was panting a bit too, though that grin was still on her face. “That all ya got? Come on, bring-”

She’d cut herself off once Meg spoke up, looking to see Monique now supporting her sister. “Well, that changes things. Right then, time to make a path out.” The smirk turning into a determined face, her eyes began to glow a brighter blue again as she reached her arms out in the direction of the receptionist’s desk, struggling with it for a moment before giving one fimal strong pull, mentally ripping the entire structure from the floor with a yell and reaiming it towards the majority of the officers. “Catch!” With that, the desk would be thrown at the police with as much force as she mentally could. At this point she had already thrown herself into the fray in this reality when she punched that Gothitelle hybrid, so might as well go ham here. Or whatever they might say here, she didn’t know. Provided the path was open, she’d grab her gear and point to the doors. “Let’s get a move on before they think military would be the next option, shall we,” she asked, some panting coming through. It wouldn’t stop her from mentally shoving the doors open, though, waiting for Meg and Monique to go through before she followed suit.