Haru didn't expect to see Not-Ryo, but there he was, recognizable from how much he looked like Ryo, at least he should, but when she blurted out the nickname she used in their childhood, he turned to look at her, confused. "Wait. You don't recognize me?"

"Uh, no," Not-Ryo said as the young man who came in with him and the girl argued, another unexpected relationship showing up at the resort.

There was also—

Haru shook her head, brushing it aside, thinking she'd better not dig into the matter, the photo of Not-Ryo safely on her phone, not that Not-Ryo noticed her taking the picture in the first place. "Perhaps, if what I think they said is true, I mean the implications of what they said are what I think they are, I might be able to get a picture of this Shiro to send Ryo as well. But more importantly," she took a deep breath, sliding her phone away. "He'll want to know I found Not-Ryo."

"So, how many?"

"Let's see," Lance frowned. "There's us who pilot the lions."

"The what?" Haru said.

"Don't worry about that," Not-Ryo said, giving her a funny look.

"Stop staring at girls like that, Keith!" Lance said, which didn't at all seem like the name she remembered Not-Ryo going by. "That's just creepy."

"Huh?"

"Oh, I'm used to it," Haru said, laughing. "And it's not creepy."

Lance batted his eyes at her, his blue eyes unusual for someone with darker skin. "Oh, come on. While I understand guys giving a pretty lady like you..."

Not-Ryo reached out, grabbing Lance's ear and tugging Lance back. "Hey. Leave the creepy flirting with the check-in lady..."

"Concierge. I'm a concierge, Not-Ryo," she said, clapping her hands over her mouth.

Not-Ryo looked at her, confused. "That is the second time you've called me that, but to call me that..."

"You don't know her," Lance said, forcing Not-Ryo to release his hand. "And what's wrong with me flirting with her?"

Not-Ryo sighed. "We need to get checked in. Us five, Coran, mother, Shiro, plus a giant wolf."

"Mother?" Haru said, tilting her head, confused, remembering her uncle telling stories of his wife to sate upset Not-Ryo for their mother not being in their life. "A giant wolf? What kind of Pokemon is it?"

"Uh, what kind of Pokemon is Kosmo?"

"Not any from this world, that's for sure," Not-Ryo said.

"I wish you'd keep him in a Pokeball."

"Not even sure he's a Pokemon," Not-Ryo said.

Lance sighed. "And one giant wolf who may or may not be a Pokemon and may have to be escorted off the island for eating..."

Kosmo won't eat everyone's Pokemon!" Not-Ryo said, tensing up.

"He tries eating mine," Lance said.

"He doesn't eat the Space Mice," Not-Ryo said, "So your Pokemon must be antagonizing him."

"Space Mice?"

"Ah." Lance held up four fingers. "They may or may not be Pokemon as well, but honestly, I think they're all Pokemon, because what is a Pokemon."

"And I'll leave Hunk and Pidge to answer that question," Not-Ryo said. "Can we get checked in? I mean, we were registered by the Garrison."

"The Garrison," Haru said, breathing in deeply and frowning through the computer files. "Ah. The Garrison."

"Something the matter?" Lance asked.

"No, just." Haru took a deep breath. "Do you really feel comfortable? I mean, with them doing anything after what happened?"

"To Shiro?"

"No. I mean, you went missing. After," Haru said.

"Hey," Lance said, frowning, leaning forward. "You're cute and all, but—uh, Keith said he doesn't know you."

"Doesn't remember me, there's a difference," Haru said.

"Uh, uh. No difference," Lance said.

"You do know me then?" Not-Ryo said, then sucked in a deep breath. "You don't..." He then looked away. "Never mind. Do whatever."

"Hey."

"Keys or something?" Not-Ryo said, holding out a gloved hand.

"Sure. You've got a couple of rooms, I think. A few. Wait." Haru held out her fingers. Five and three add up to eight; they are larger rooms, so it works out."

"But what about a large cosmic wolf Pokemon?" Lance said."

"Uh, the Garrison didn't say anything about that," Haru said.

"Typical," Lance muttered. "Keith. You're the leader, what do you want to do."

"I haven't a clue."

"Start by taking the rooms?" Haru said. "I think—" Her head turned, looking at the pocket she slipped her phone in. "Could Ryo." She took a deep breath. "Start there?"

"I guess so. Not sure the girls will be happy, but then," Not-Ryo tilted his head. "Three girls and five guys."

"Nope. No. They can go stay with that sister of mine."

"So your sister gets stuck with a full house just so you can, what, have a huge room all to your own?"

"That..."

"You're not shoving them off on your sister, Lance. Particularly since we weren't expecting to run into her."

"Yeah, but..."

Not-Ryo took the keys and dragged Lance away while Haru laughed. "Not-Ryo's friend is funny." She finished checking them in, then headed out and texted Ryo, then took a deep breath, catching sight of her Psyduck. She walked over, smiling. "Guess what. Not-Ryo is here, Psyduck."

"Not-Ryo?"

Haru looked over, smiling. "Oh. Alisa.

"Who is, or what is this Not-Ryo?"

Without missing a beat, Haru pulled her phone out of her pocket, pulling up the picture of Not-Ryo yet again and holding it out to Alisa. "Not-Ryo."

"Uh, I'm quite sure, Haru, that is Ryo," Alisa said. "You know, the pop idol, Ryo Shirogane, but you shouldn't go prying into celebrities' lives and take pictures."

"Oh, no. This is not Ryo. It's Not-Ryo."

"Huh?"

"This," Haru said, flipping to another picture, "Is Ryo." She flipped back. "And this is Not-Ryo. I sent the picture of Not-Ryo to Ryo."

"I don't get it."

"They're not the same person."

"So, look-a-likes?" Alisa said, shaking her head. "Haru, you can't send celebrities pictures of their look-a-likes."

"No, not," Haru sighed. Going to her phone, flipping to a picture she'd scanned and uploaded. She held it up for Alisa, frowning as she did so. "No. This is Ryo, and this is Not-Ryo."

Alisa leaned in, frowning. "And that's you, between them? When you were a kid, and Sirogane was a kid?"

"Uh-huh."

"And this—what is this Not-Ryo?"

"He always said he wasn't Ryo, so I always called him Not-Ryo."

"And why would he always say that?"

"Because Not-Ryo isn't his twin brother," Haru said. "Ryo's been looking for Not-Ryo."

"Haru, you can't send customers information out like that!" Alisa sighed, placing her hands on her hips. I mean, really?"

"Ryo's been worried, though," Haru said. "I've been worried about my cousin as well, not that he recognized me when I checked them in, but I'm glad he's alright, which I was telling Psyduck, but I never got beyond the fact Not-Ryo's here."

"Surely he has a name other than Not-Ryo?"

"Not-Keith, but he goes by Keith now," Haru said. "I don't remember his name because I always called him Not-Ryo."

Alisa looked at Psyduck, shaking her head. "And why doesn't that surprise me? Sounds like something you would do, Psyduck, but then all your cousins are called Psyduck?"

"Psy?" Psyduck tilted his head, confused as usual, then let out a humming sound.

"Anyways," Alisa said. "He may be family, but don't bother him if he doesn't want to be."

"Roger!" Haru said, salluting Alisa.