Trak started to follow, but noticed that Runaway was slow to join her. She stopped and crouched down in front of him. "Are you okay?"
Runaway took a moment to respond, as his gaze was distant. Finally, he nodded. "Oui."
Trak frowned. "Something's been bothering you since last night. What is it? You picked a fight with a Zoroark and then demanded to read its mind. You've been out of sorts since. What's wrong?"
It took a long moment, but Runaway finally relented. The Alakazam explained everything in a haste, from the first nightmare with the Zoroark and the saw-wielding figure, to what he saw when he unlocked the Zoroark's memories--including the same dark figure with the same evil cackle--to his last nightmare that ended in the exact same way, with him strapped down and his head held still--this time by a metal framework--and that same shadowy figure approaching him with a saw. He hugged Trak and buried his face in her chest, whimpering about how the Zoroark's family are trapped and horrible things are being done to them.
Trak hugged him and rubbed his back. "We'll find them. We'll find them and rescue them."
Twoey, meanwhile, shuddered. "Gah, brain surgery. Been there, done that."
"Now's not the time," Trak shushed him, trying to avoid upsetting Runaway even more.