"Oh, thank heaven, I finally lost her..." James panted, exhausted from running nearly a mile through nothing but winding corridors and alleyways and resting his hand upon a cold stone wall that was decaying with age. It seemed as if all the nervous lavender-haired Team Rocket agent had been doing for the past seven or eight hours or so was run away. However, running away from your abusive parents and insane in-laws seemed like a natural thing (for him at least anyway), but from a nearly two-thousand-year-old ghost of a lovesick maiden was where he drew the line. "If I told her once, I told her a thousand times, I am not nor have I ever been or ever will be a samurai!" he panted, looking around for any sign of his ghoulish bride. He signed. His original thought was correct: He had managed to lose her somewhere in one of the tunnels. "Okay. Good. She's gone. Now all I have to do is-" But just when he thought he was safe:
"Jamesy darling, where are you?"
"Oh no! She's here!" h