Chris Waters the Emolga
Hurricane Alliance: Normal Rank

Just when I thought I had found something that might lead to a way out...

"Wait," I heard a whisper.

I stopped for a moment and turned around curiously. Not sure who that was, so I thought maybe that wasn't aimed at me and thought it was for someone else.

"Wait!" the voice shouted louder.

Ooookay, that sounded like it really was meant for me!

I looked around and saw a moving ice rock. With eyes! Was that a Pokémon too?I didn't recall the name of it, but when she started talking, sounded like it was a Bergmite!

"Don't be so hasty," her Pokémon communication translated. "I didn't lock you in here. We didn't really arrive where I had planned."

So this little ice Pokémon was how we got here? Funky, I never would have imagined that. I thought it would have been one of those Psychic types I read about and this didn't really look like one of those. Did this Pokémon have something to do with that girl that brought us here and turned us into Pokémon? I was wondering if she was new to this whole turning people into Pokémon and teleportation thing. I was beginning to wonder maybe... some practice first would have been nice?

"Oh, my bad," I told her with a bashful smile before looking at her curiously. "Hey, so... what really was the plan you had? We might be able to help better if we know what's up."

Yeah, because until we knew how to go about doing this, we were good and lost. I mean, I didn't know where we were or where this gal wanted to take us to, but hey, I've been sidetracked so many times I was used to this kind of thing.