Hunter (7/7)
[Totodile, Male]		 Cordelia (7/7)
[Starly, Female]		 Cato (5/5)
[Bidoof, Male]
Terry (7/7)
[Piplup, Male]		 Karl (10/10)
[Kricketot, Male]		 Martini (5/5)
[Cyndaquil, Female]
Partner Pokemon: Freya the Snorunt
Location: Jubilife City
Items: 1 Pokeball
Points: 48

Dia finished wrapping the protective bandaging around Amy's arm. "Okay, since you already have a tattoo you should know this by now, but just to reiterate. Keep that on there for a few hours. If it itches, pat it with a wet wash cloth. No rubbing or scratching for at least a week as the skin sheds and grows back."

"Right, thanks," Amy answered. She stood up and stretched a little before putting her flannel shirt and jacket back on.

"So a froslass huh. That your favorite pokemon?" Dia asked as Amy paid her.

"Yeah. There was one that was an actress at my local theater as a kid. Wanted one ever since," Amy replied. She frowned. The tattoo was costing her most of her money. It was worth it though. It would help her remember home. It would help her keep her mind focused on her goal. She was going to get home.

Dia handed Amy her receipt and said, "Well, if you're so inclined, I have a friend that needs to rehome a snorunt. Poor gal had an abusive trainer. She was rescued a few weeks ago and she's not totally recovered but we think it's best if she is rehomed now. I know you already have an egg on your hands, but I thought the offer might be worth making."

Amy paused and thought it over. A snorunt? A female one from the sounds of it. Abused, scared, possibly hurt beyond recovery. Was she really suited to take care of such a pokemon? Amy glanced up at Dia and asked, "You barely know me. Why?"

Dia shrugged. "I can sense you have a good heart, but you seem very troubled right now. I was thinking perhaps you could help her and she would help you."

Amy pursed her lips before nodding. "Alright, that's fine. I'll take her."

"Sounds good. I'll have my friend meet you at the Pokemon Center in half an hour," Dia instructed as she reached for the phone.

Amy nodded and waved goodbye as she left the parlor. Walking down the street, Amy gazed at the sky. Suddenly she felt the egg in her arms wiggle and shake. Amy looked down immediately and realized the egg was about to hatch. Amy took off into a dead sprint to the Pokemon Center. The egg was slowly consumed with light as Amy ran inside and passed it off to Nurse Joy. Amy watched as the light faded, revealing a cyndaquil! She smiled and pet the little fire starter for a couple moments before letting Nurse Joy wheel her back for a checkup. Amy also surrendered her own pokemon to get healed up.

Pokemon Claim
Pokemon Hatching: Cyndaquil
Post Requirement: 10
Item Used: Pokeball

While she waited to get her pokemon back, Amy decided to try and use the phones again. Dialing Theresa's number, Amy waited a couple seconds before receiving an error message. "The number you are trying to reach does not exist." Amy tried a second time only to receive the same message again. She drummed her fingers before dialing the number of Theresa's police station.

"Hello? Officer Madeline Menahem speaking." The phone nearly slipped out Amy's hand. Officer Menahem? That was Theresa's old mentor who had died during a terrorist attack. Amy had never met her, but she knew Theresa's biggest regret was not being able to save her. So she was alive here. "Hello?"

Amy snapped out of her thoughts and answered, "U-Uh yes hello, I'm trying to reach an officer Theresa Cambridge?"

"Hmm... sorry ma'am but no such officer works here. Perhaps you dialed the wrong office. I can redirect you to the operator for all the police stations if you would like."

"No no, it's fine. Thank you for your time." Amy quickly hung up and took a deep breath. Okay this was getting weirder by the second.

Amy strolled back to the rest area and sat down. Eventually her pokemon were brought back to her and she began to doze off when she saw a young man enter with a snorunt. She stood up and began to approach them. She frowned when she realized she recognized this person too. Not a man. It was an old homeless friend of hers named Olive. She had sewn many coats for them during the winter.

Olive turned to attention as Amy approached. "Are you Amy Risa?" they asked. Amy nodded. Olive tentatively stroked the snorunt before adding, "And you're sure you want to take her? She can be a bit of a handful."

"I'm sure I'll manage. And if I can't I'll find a place for her," Amy responded.

That seemed to calm Olive's nerves a bit. "Alright... here's her pokeball." Olive passed Amy the pokeball then pat the snorunt. "I'll see you again someday." Olive passed the snorunt to Amy and bowed. "Take good care of her."

Amy watched as Olive departed. She glanced down at the snorunt, who seemed less than pleased but was remaining silent at the moment. Alright then, this was going to be interesting.