In a barely intact reality there was an individual who felt he himself felt barely intact. This individual was Silver, now in a seeming alien world. Silver stood up slowly, taking in his surroundings and quickly stumbles and falls. Trying to stand again he notices all the pain in his body, the bruises and cuts. Must have been from...... Then a thought occurs to Silver. He mutters that thought aloud. "Where am I?" he mumbled as he checked his pokeballs. All 6 are there it seemed. Throwing one, Sneasel came out. "Scout out the area, see if there's anyone else," Silver said with a growl, and Sneasel ran off to look for other people.