"Where do you think this piece goes?" Amias held up the puzzle piece despite knowing how useless it was because his partner could not see. It was another evening of solitude for the young baltoy. Hessner was gone running his private errands in the shadier parts of the Spades faction. The cacturn graciously left the infant a jigsaw puzzle to keep him occupied. It was only one hundred pieces, but Amias was thankful regardless of its small size. He already had it halfway finished, and the colorful image was beginning to reveal itself. It appeared to be a ho-oh, one of the legendary pokemon the inexperienced boy had only heard of. His colors were impressive, but the glittering plumage was glorious. Amias was looking forward to viewing him in his full form from the image of the puzzle.

"You're no help, 'Burt." Amias spun the orange puzzle piece in his palm before gazing at the half-complete mess on the table in front of him. Of course his companion wouldn't help, he was mute as well as blind. The stone named Rockburt laid silent and expressionless at the corner of the table. Amias was convinced he was gifted with infinite wisdom, but there was no way the stone could express convey that. At least, not that Amias had discovered yet.

"I think it goes right here..." The baltoy grinned as he placed the piece securely in its rightful place within the puzzle, revealing another inch of the ho-oh's image. Amias snagged another orange piece to look for its proper position next to it.

A strange sound distracted the infant from his goal and caused him to look up from the puzzle. He watched the grey rock with a skeptical look, wondering if the sound had come from his allegedly mute companion. It took a moment of concentration to realize the noise was coming from Hessner's office. With a brief investigation, Amias learned that the cacturn's radio was left on and making bizarre static noises with a few sporadic pops of stranger's voices. "I thought that was you, Rockburt." Amias glanced at the stone with a hesitant chuckle before returning his attention to the radio. As was typical for the baltoy, he found himself overflowing with curiosity. How did it work and why did Hessner like it so much? It must have been at least his second favorite thing in the world, but why?

With Hessner gone, Amias decided it would be the best opportunity to investigate the precious radio. He reached out to gently turn one of the knobs. As a result, the radio began making different sounds. It was melodious and pleasant noise, much unlike the unsettling static from before. Amias nudged several more knobs and buttons, yet his curiosity was still unsatisfied. The surface was simple and predictable... what was inside that made it work this way?

It had been at least an hour of careful and meticulous dissection before Amias realized he'd scattered most of the radio's parts all across the room. It was no longer functional, and if Hessner came home to discover this mess... He would certainly be in trouble. The baltoy bit his lip, anxious that he might upset the cacturn. He carefully took the first step to reverse the problem by replacing each part where he had found it. He didn't know the names of the parts and hardly understood their function, but he knew where they fit inside the radio. Eventually, everything seemed to be in its proper place and and Amias fitted the cube-shaped shell on top of it. It appeared no different, but the baltoy was still fearful that it wasn't functional.

Before he could turn it on, the door creaked and revealed Hessner's intimidating figure. Amias scrambled from the floor and returned himself to the table where his puzzle still remained only half finished.

"Brought home some dinner, hope yer hungry. S'in the kitchen when you're ready for it." Hessner lumbered inside with several bags full of a variety of goods. "Whassat... only half finished?" He peered at the puzzle, part suspicious and part surprised. "What have you been doing all this time? You usually finish these in minutes."

Amias was struck with fear and seemed to freeze at the question. His hands grasped each other tightly as his eyes avoided his father's face. He knew he had to tell the truth, it was the only option. For some reason, the words just wouldn't come out.

Hessner's suspicion grew. It was always obvious when this boy had done something wrong, but the cacturn couldn't imagine what it could be. "Amias... Why is my radio on the floor?"

"I took it apart and put it back together." Finally, like a clog that had burst from the pressure, Amias blurted out his confession. He glanced at Hessner apologetically. "I don't know if it still works..."

Skeptical, the cacturn placed his bags on the kitchen's counter before making his way to his office to inspect the radio. A flick of the switch and the following silence proved that it wasn't functional at all. Hessner's expression twisted into a frown... a thoughtful one, rather than a disappointed one. A foreign gadget caught his eye, and he plucked it from the floor and set the two objects in front of the baltoy. "It looks like you missed a piece. Try again." He gave a gentle pat the Amias's head to express his approval before wandering back to the kitchen. The cacturn watched his boy gladly take apart the radio once again, meticulously removing each piece with care. Hessner was convinced it was a very impressive ability for such a young boy, and he intended to nurture it.