It was pure luck that I ran into Red... or rather... Red ran into me. It appears he has none of his Pokemon with him. I don't worry too much. Though most of my Pokemon are fainted or critical, Pidgeot seems to be in an okay condition.


... The pain in my leg is subsiding. This is very good... very good.


What am I doing here, really?

... My heart is racing.


I must have fallen unconscious from the venom because I woke up with a throbbing in my leg. The infected area is turning a distinct blue and it worries me very much. If I don't get this checked soon, I'm in quite a bind.

Even more disturbing is the fact that I'm no longer in the mountains. Pidgeot is asleep in my belt with the rest of my Pokemon.

...

Even though I sent Pidgeot off seemingly hours ago to find a rest house. It seems highly unlikely that he found one, led them to me, brought me back, healed me up, and then set me right back down in some unknown area.


My Pokedex isn't even registering a map for this place. I'm getting static on every channel. Grandfather has no idea that I'm lost. He assumes that I am off on another one of my long training rituals.


If I'm lucky, he'll realize something is wrong when I don't return in a few months.


A few months.



I'm not the type to break down and ask for help but it seems there is no choice.