Samuelle Park - Day 3, 6:45 PM, Goldenrod City Department Store
"TYLER!" Sam gasped as her friend fell out of the hole in the wall, flailing and trying desperately to catch his hand. She didn't, and he fell towards the ground below. Her throat, chest, everything constricted. Tears blurred her vision.
Twenty freaking floors.
Only Kite could survive that.
Sam squeezed her eyes shut, listening to Tyler's pokemon mourn their trainer. Everything about the moment was solemn except for one thing.
The Rocket behind Sam was screaming like the devil had caught him.
She didn't even bother to grace him with a glance. She simply ran off the floor, pushing past a blazing Rocket and several gawking bystanders who were crowding around the hole in the wall. She had to get downstairs and check on Tyler.
Down the stairs, no time to wait for the elevator - two steps at a time, a parade of Pokemon trailing behind her.
She burst out of the department store and into the bitter night air, but stopped dead. Where Tyler's body should have landed there was a Clefairy, and nothing else. Sam looked up to see several people leaning out the hole and returning her gaze.
Where was Tyler?
If he truly fell down and cracked his skull on the pavement, then he should still be around. Dead bodies didn't move on their own.
Sam stared at the Clefairy in silence before collapsing to the floor on her knees. The world spun around Sam. What the hell happened? Why was Tyler missing again? She crawled to the spot the Clefairy recently left and patted all around.
Where was he? Where was her friend? Tyler Tyler. Pushed out of a building should have landed on the floor, but didn't. Sam let out a weak, almost hysterical laugh.
"M-Miss? Are you all right?" A hand came down on her shoulder.
No blood, no body: just nothing.
"Baaaagon-"
"Char--"
Flashing lights, overpowering perfumes, the chinking of coins from a casino and missing friends who ought to be dead. Welcome to the big city.
Samuelle Park - Day 3, 8 PM, 13th Floor of Golden Rod City's High-Rise Condominium
"Are you feeling better?"
Soft. She was on something soft, and something was beside her, poking her in the ribs. She cracked open her eyes and saw Kite staring right down at her. Sam sat up suddenly, upsetting the pillows and Kite, who backed away in surprise.
Why was she in a bed? Last she remembered -
"TYLER."
"Calm down - you're going to stress yourself if you worry too much. Just lie down and relax."
Sam turned to see a gorgeous woman to her left. The woman had to be in her mid-thirties, but her dark brown hair shone as bright as her dark blue eyes. The kindest smile played on her lips. Sam instinctively reached for Kite and pulled the Bagon into a hug.
Who was this woman? Sam couldn't help but feel as if she'd already met the woman before, in some other time and place.
"Tea?"
"Where am I?"
"In my home." The older woman sipped from her own teacup and Sam sat still.
"What happened?" Kite snuggled up against his trainer, happy she was okay.
"You blacked out. I had someone help me bring you here. I couldn't just leave you alone on the street - there are Rockets running about, you know." The woman stood up and looked out the window, which displayed a brilliant array of colors - lights from the different buildings in Goldenrod.
"Thanks for the help, but I really need to go find my friend -" Sam moved to get off the bed, but the woman put a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Not yet. Your Pokemon aren't ready either - I left them in the Pokemon center, and the reason your Bagon is still here is because I thought you'd feel better if you had one of your Pokemon nearby when you woke up." The woman's smile turned wistful. "I know my daughter did."
Great. Now Sam felt even worse. "Is this your daughter's room? I-I really shouldn't -"
The woman laughed and looked out the window. "I haven't seen my daughter in years. God knows where she is, but I hope one day I'll meet her again. I had to leave her behind."
Oh. Sam twiddled her thumbs, looking around the room. It was painted in soothing creams and browns. The entire room had a zen-like feel to it, and it even smelled like peppermint.
"My friend's in trouble," Sam said. The woman's story was sad, but Sam didn't have any time for it. Tyler was in trouble, she just knew it. "He was pushed off the twentieth floor -"
"Stay the night," the woman said firmly. "You're weak and what if team rocket has him? You can't help him then."
Sam sighed. The woman was right.
"All three of your other Pokemon are under Nurse Joy's care. I'll come with you to the Pokemon center tomorrow morning. We can pick them up and you can search for your friend. In the meantime, I want to know what your friend looks like. Perhaps I can help you find him."
Sam gaped at the woman, dumbfounded. Three? Blaze plus Piplup plus Tyler's Crawdaunt plus Ghastly was four.
"What Pokemon did you find?"
"A Crawdaunt, a Piplup, and a dirty Charmander. Why?" The woman seemed surprised that Sam even asked.
...Where was Ghastly?
