I silently watched as Spruce left the hotel, leaving through the already opened door which was propped by a block of wood. I felt exhausted, which shouldn't be the case; I'm a Magnemite, not a damn... something. Regardless, I began floating upwards, ignoring the state of my third magnet for once. Rubbing my head, I passed by light wooden doors and panels of yellow-painted wood before meeting up with the owner.

Or rather, just someone behind the wide reception. "Yeah, I'd like to return this key." I said, apparently bored, getting the attention of the Grovyle. He seemed as tired as I was, attending to a Farfetch'd that had began complaining over the dampness of the first floor - that place was rotting his pink rhubarb.

"Oh, yeah... sure, just hang on a minute." Talking to me, he was suddenly relaxed, no longer stressed. Unfortunately, he just realised this and unwittingly went back to talking the Farfetch'd out of burning his house down with lemons. I rolled my eye, flicking the key onto the polished bench and leaving some yellow arcs on it. Without another word, I left the hotel, shutting my eyelids halfway to cope with the sudden light.

[i]Oh lord. As if the moonlight didn't get to me.[/i] It was awfully sunny, a contrast to last night where clouds occasionally blotted out the moon. However, they didn't pass silently; they left puddles and drops of water around Scale City. I was slightly worried I could accidentally fall into the water and shock an unfortunate Pokemon, but how would that happen? That Porygon sneaks behind my back again? Getting that out of the way, I had opened my eyelids, feeling less tired as each minute passed. I had no idea what was going on with myself, now that I required breathing, sleep, and... damn, I was getting hungry.

Using the Pokes floating in orbit around me (which no one and even myself didn't notice at times), I went by a thin yet tall tree, carefully dodging droplets of water before floating behind a Vibrava as he was counting his Pokes. I looked around the place, shaken from yesterday and fearing another attack.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hm?" I turned to the shopkeeper, taking my eyes off a group of dragon Pokemon. Which I would later realise was actually a fight going on. "Oh yes. I'd like to buy several Oran berries. Is it possible not to have them mushy?"

After a minute, I was leaving with confusion - I didn't know how to eat. So, using the only opening on my face, I reluctantly mashed the Oran berry into my eye. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, and in fact it worked. The only bit I was not too keen on was humiliation. After squashing two into my eye and cleaning by closing my eyelids, I felt refreshed and energised, ready to go for an adventure.

My adventure for the time being would be joining the crowd and witnessing a fool. Well, maybe a good fool. How about not a fool at all? I didn't know, because I could only see the hero for a few seconds. (I'm aware of the term 'heroine' from dusty comic books, but I'm definitely sure it's a male... or, a high-pitched male.) Sure enough, I decided to leave, getting a distinct feeling that someone I needed was at the dojo across the plaza.

What did I know? That hero was there alright, still got a suit on and everything...