Pearl Mitchell orbed right in front of her charge, Satoshi Hiwatari.
"Hello, Satoshi," she said. "I couldn't find him."
"Well thank you for looking, Pearl," Satoshi said.
"Out of curiosity, why are you concerned about your enemy?" she asked.
"He's not my enemy," Satoshi said. "His alter-ego is. And not so loud. Do you want everyone to know?"
"I should hate you, Satoshi," she said seriously. "Your "other half" killed my twin sister."
"She's not your twin now that you're dead," replied Satoshi.
"Thanks," said Pearl sarcastically. "But you're my charge, so I have to protect you. And if that means beating up your enemies, then I will."
Satoshi just ignored her. She was always being overly enthusiastic.
Daisuke stood at Pandora's memorial. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't care.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "This is all my fault."
"Daisuke," Mrs. Mitchell came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "It isn't your fault. If I had just let her run away when her sister died…she would've been safe in the ocean. No one would've killed her out there…"
"She was protecting me!" Daisuke exclaimed.
Mrs. Mitchell looked at him, her expression hardening. "She knew her duty as a Whitelighter. She did what she thought she had to do. She died protecting the one she loved. It was very honorable."
"She died because of me…" Daisuke said softly, tears falling again.
"Don't say that," Mrs. Mitchell said. "She wouldn't want you feeling that way."
"Daisuke Niwa?" Pandora appeared, standing right beside her own grave.
"Pandora?" Daisuke wiped his eyes. "What's going on?"
"I'm Pandora Mitchell, your new Whitelighter."