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It was a chilly day, though the sun was bright and cheery. It failed to warn those venturing outdoors to the chill in the air, and the snow that had been predicted for later that night. Tristan was out looking for the perfect gift for his usual companion, Fluff. The boy wasn't with him, Tristan had made sure to go out on a day Fluff couldn't. What would he like, the teen wondered. A stuffed animal? Maybe a friend for his stuffed dog?

Christmas shopping for his brother was harder than he'd imagined it to be. Oh well! At least this way, he could find a gift without worrying about Fluff seeing it too soon. It felt strange, being out on his own. He was used to having a companion to chat with. Somehow, it made the air feel colder.

Tristan's attention was drawn to the pawn shop, and he hesitated. His eyes widened. He stared. It couldn't be! Jayme had implied that something must have happened to Sol, when the minun had called pleading with him to have Urban come rescue him. But there she was! Forgetting his intent to purchase gifts for his brother, the minun teen took off at a sprint. He wrapped his arms around her. "Momma!" He greeted her. He'd worried over her, he'd missed their outings. And here she was. She was here! She was okay!

"Its me! Tristan! I've finally found you!" He'd found her! She was okay, and she was here. "I've missed you," he added. "You're okay now? I know something happened and Dad came home..." his expression darkened at the memory, but only briefly. "Its so great to see you!"

"I'm okay." Ish. Tristan wasn't sure, he was still having trouble adjusting to Dea's large family. It was daunting. He'd adjusted well enough to Fluff, and he'd never thought that would happen. Maybe it would just take time. "I'm living with Uncle Timmy and his mother. I don't know about Tania. A friend of mine said hed found her fainted in front of his place, but that he couldn't keep her. He said he took her somewhere nice, but I dont know where. I looked for her, but I couldn't find her. I'm sure I will, though! I looked for you, and I found you!" He was so glad to have found her, at last. He felt like he hadn't smiled this much in weeks. Maybe he hadn't. "Are you shopping for presents?" He asked. "Hey! I know! I haven't gotten you anything yet! I'll buy you something nice."

He glanced around at the stores, releasing his hold on Sol, only to reach for her hand. "I'm really glad you're okay, Momma. I was worried. Jayme told me something bad happend."

"I always said I'd end up as tall as you or dad. I'm not yet, but one day!" He was sure of it. He frowned slightly, shaking his head at her. "I want to get you a present, Momma," he said. "I have enough money to. You're my family as much as they are." More, really. She and Urban had raised him from the time he'd been a Pokemon. Draven had only taken him in days before his sudden growth spurt had taken place. "I've missed you. And I wasn't able to get you a get well card..." he hesitated. "It'll count for that too! I'll get you two presents!"

He paused, recognizing the serious tone the conversation was taking. His eyes widened in horror. "Jumped?" He echoed. He couldn't believe it. Why would anyone want to hurt her? "Its okay," he said, "Dad snapped. Maybe he didn't want us to see you hurt so badly. Maybe he was protecting us. For a long time I thought he'd change his mind and come for me. I asked Jayme to have him come get me." He'd waited. He'd refused Dea's offers to adopt him. "I kind of figured," he said. That'd take some adjusting, calling her by her name, "We're still family, though," he said. He pulled a tablet out of his pocket and quickly wrote down his phone number. He handed it to her. "Same goes for you. If anything happens, I want to know."

Tristan was silent. Urban still cared? He wondered if that were true. He had been angry when it had first happened. He had been bitter towards Tania. He'd blamed her; and after, he had been angry at everyone in Dea's household. He had been bursting with emotion that entire time, until he seemed to grow into it. "But you were good parents," he insisted. They had done the best they could, and they had loved him. "I'm okay, see? And everything I am is because of you two. You inspired me to paint and chase dreams. You took care of me. And Tania. I'm sure she feels the same way."

He paused, and gave her hand a squeeze. "Mom--er. Sol, arceus, that's going to be hard. Let's go find you something, huh? And I'll tell you how boring Uncle Timmy is."

"Don't worry," he assured her, teasingly, "I haven't found a canvas as nice as your apartment wall." He hadn't painted on walls since he'd come to live with Dea. "I've found paper canvas works quite nicely. I'll send you some! Maybe I'll paint something special for you."

Tristan grinned. "He's so boring! Yesterday, I was telling him that he should come on an adventure with Fluff and me--that's his brother, and he said he'd rather read a book! We were going to go on an interplanetary mission to rescue Eilam, and he'd rather read a book? He never does anything fun! I told him about Uncle Cam, you know... and he won't go see him. He does housework all the time!" The minun clearly thought this was a tradegy, albeit an interesting one. Blech, housework!

"Ooh, I can do that!" Tristan beamed at the suggestion. "I've missed painting for you. I'll make something really special." She thought a painting would be better than anything he could buy? That was high praise! "Is there something you'd like a picture of?" He asked.

He grimaced at the carolers. He too, was sensitive to the pitches. "I guess. He used to be a lot more fun before all this happened." He hesitated, before grinning brightly at Sol. "Of course, Mom," he said. "You know how helpful I am."

"You?" Tristan teased. "Hmm. A beach? Maybe somewhere tropical." He watched the burst of steam, grinning. Yes, Sol certainly counted as something warm, but he doubted she'd hang a picture of herself up in the livingroom. "I'll figure something out," he promised.

"I told you I was going to have trouble with that. I'm so used to calling you, you know, mom. I'll try to remember." It was hard, losing a habit he'd taken up so long ago. "I haven't been helping much. I sulked most of the time," he confessed.