But Pichu was already squeezing behind the pillar. There, hidden by a curtain of ivy, was a small, rusty door. The pink light flickered again from inside. Pichu, his cheeks sparking nervously, pushed the door open.

It was the friends you found when the music almost stopped.

Inside was a dusty, forgotten gear room. And hovering in the center, examining a giant, cracked crystal gear, was a .

"No," Pichu said. An idea sparked in his cheeks. "The sad lullaby put everyone to sleep. But happy sounds wake them up."

The Dread Dip was a maze of echoing caves and shifting shadows. Mew guided them telepathically, but the fear was real. Gigantic shadow-Gengar lunged at them (illusions, Mew assured). The floor turned to sticky spiderwebs. Blazé’s fire-footprints kept fizzling out.