Lucy's Substitute blinked at Poppy in surprise for a second. Then it cheered and started shimmying in a victory dance. Chips of the illusory Munchlax tumbled off, vanishing as they touched the ground, until nothing was left. Then the real Lucy faded into reality, quickly becoming winded as her actual body was forced to do the dancing.

Chance didn't seem so happy. The teen stared at the prize money, then frowned suspiciously at Poppy. Lucy had yet to lay a finger on Litwick. Why would the girl forfeit just like that, and why would she need to go to a Pokemon Center so urgently if her Pokemon was still in perfect condition? What kind of scheme could she be plotting with whoever was messaging her? Of course, she could be in a rush for completely harmless reasons... but something smelled Qwilfishy to Chance.

"I think it's closer to the middle of the city," the blonde answered carefully as he scooped up his prize money. Chance looked around at the narrow alley for a second and realized he'd lost his sense of direction more than he'd thought. However, he also noticed a young man about his age, just sort of... watching them.

"Hey, you!" Chance called out to Blake, his blue eyes starting to shift warily between the two teenage trainers. "Know how to get to the center of the city?"