Bits of rock tumbled onto Timothy's back as he tried to pull himself out of the wall. But it was of no use. He was stuck in good. He couldn't see much besides the ruined wall in front of him, but he could hear plenty of voices. Orders barked, murmurs buzzing, shouts of shock at what happened, and a few snickers and laughs. That was the worst part. Everyone could see what happened. He had just made a fool of himself once again. And he couldn't run away from this one. Not yet, anyway. He was going to have to answer to someone about this.

As if fate was reading his thoughts, he heard a voice bark angrily from around the corner, "WHO DID IT? I want to SEE THEM! I want to TEAR THEM APART! I will make them wish they'd never been BORN!" Timothy heard a high pinched whimper, only to realize a moment later it was coming from himself. He heard muttering and footsteps, and someone walk up to his left side, where he couldn't see them. "Soooo," the voice growled, "You're the stupid oaf who charged RIGHT INTO MY POLICE STATION?"

Timothy gulped, his lower jaw quivering. "I-I'm sorryyyyyyyy." he cried, then he began spilling words out of his mouth. "I was being chased and I didn't know what to do and there was this mean pokemon who hurt me and all I wanted to do was find some way to make a better pokemon of myself and this is how it ended up and I I mean this stuff always happens to me it's just not fair why does this always happen to meeee-ee-eeeee?"

Voices from behind him began whispering to each other. The hostile voice from before spoke again, this time softer and circling behind him. "Oh, Arceus, it's a crybaby too. Listen, you stupid oaf." Timothy felt something fuzzy and clawed jab into his rump. "I don't care what your excuse is. Nobody. Does. This. Crap. To. My. Police. Station." With each of those last words Timothy felt a set of claws strike at his right side. Out of the corner of his eye, a black nose appeared followed by a muzzle of cream colored fur. "I doubt you have the money to pay for the damages, but I'll ask anyway."An eye came forward to stare into Timothy's eye. "Prior to cost calculation, I estimate the damage to at least be 4,000 Poke, and that's a generous rounding. Do you have the money?"

Timothy's eye watered as he began to spill more words "No I was just sent out into the world by my parents with little more than food I've got nothing in the way of money right now I can't pay for anything it's just not f-OW!" He was stopped short by a swat to the face.

"Then I'm afraid you'll be spending a good chunk of time behind bars, at least, what bars we have left..." The Arcanine to whom the voice belonged to growled, sending a puff of flame into Timothy's eye. Timothy cried and shook his head to pull away from the flame, accidentally freeing himself from the wall. "Now come with me or we can do this the hard way."