It wasn't so much that Del saw the note, as she saw the bonfire. Saw it and started trailing her way towards it the way lost travelers trailed after wil'-o-whisps. It drew her, and as it drew her it also tugged along her little Ditto.

Confused, it seemed. The poor pokemon was so confused, with a mistress that couldn't hold still and couldn't keep track of it. it had gotten to the point that that creature just left a tendril wrapped around her wrist, which she touched and petted and tugged thoughtlessly as she crept closer to the fire.

What was that smell? That lovely, burning, disgusting smell that made her stomach rumble in a painful way that it wasn't supposed to know how to do.

She hated this world change.