After getting bopped by Unowns, continuing on down the corridor is pretty uneventful. There's no Spiritombs to be heard, or Smeargles painting walls, but there's still Yamasks and Goletts wandering about. Unlike the Unown they seem much more aware of their surroundings, and move out of their way to let Keldor pass. Though when it gets wider it's Keldor who makes way, much to the surprise and appreciation of the pokemon [maybe getting caught by him wouldn't be so bad, they figure].

This goes on for roughly half an hour, until light can be seen up ahead. It's coming from the ceiling where the roof caved in centuries ago. There's also what looks like a pokemon, stumbling about and crying out; clearly in pain.

Poor thing. It needs help. Now.

"Easy. Easy."

Keldor approaches cautiously, knowing that injured animals are known to lash out to defend themselves.