"I got other things to worry about." Ray thought and walked off.

"I can see into the future!" Silvia called.

Ray walked back. "Okay," He said, "what do you know about mine."

"Well, it'll come at a price." Silvia said.

"What price?" Ray asked.

"Since money is no use to me, it'll have to be something else. Information, for example." Silvia said.

"What kind of info you askin for?" Ray asked.

"I'd like to know as much as you know about everyone on this island, and if you can, how you got here." Silvia replied.

"Well, I think I came here with a group. The Ninth division." Ray said, "I think a cargo plane we were in crashed. The only memory I have other than that is a smokecloud, but that was in somewhere completely different."

"And the others on this island?" Silvia urged.

"I can only think of a Lucario that was part of my group. Lucas, he isn't violent despite being part of the military. He usually uses violence as a last resort."

"But you know nothing of the others?" Silvia clarified.

"Nope." Ray said.

There was a short pause. "Okay. Thank you. What would you like to know?" Silvia asked.

"Will I get off this F*ckin island." Ray said. "And what do I need to do to do so."