Eh. I assumed Rosebud (a name which would've fit a Pokemon such as a Roserade, which I would know since I was assaulted by one) would be able to inform others of the Pokemon in the warehouse. Something like the police and such. Otherwise, they could possibly wake up and get away, but... in the end, our mission was to secure a hostage. We weren't a police force or anything, but the fact we had to rescue people around the continent probably made the guild a 'pretty big thing.'

I kept looking at the hero running off on his fours. As he disappeared out of my sight, I turned back to Spruce examining the little disc. Chances are, they're beyond repair, since they're so old. Maybe that was an excuse Davis thought of when it came to sticking that into his back, or he was pretty traumatised from the constant testing he told stories about. Apparently those humans worked on everything in disc form, just to prepare him for war. Initially, I thought he was just joking, but stories popping up of Pokemon going crazy - claiming they were stuck in a steel room or something - debunked my opinion. I feared they may have possessed the worst bits of Davis' memories... those were from the old models. Small caches of discs discovered in some ruins nearby apparently don't do that, since they're the more stable versions of TMs and HMs. As an added bonus, they also don't require you to swipe your memories for the HMs, mind you. "Spruce, I think you just apply it to someone's head to make them know that move. Well, for the older models you do. That, and the older models have a chance to make the Pokemon crazy, so..."

Not dwelling of a possible theory that they may have inherited Davis' memories, suddenly Celes; she came at the nick of time. "Uh... Celes, you're really sweaty, dirty and tired. Where have you been?" Another theory: Celes is as mysterious as me now. In a good way.