It was a beautiful spring morning. The day-time birds had just awoken, saluting the morning with their daily song. From above, the town was a beautiful medley of green grass, brown roofs, and black streets.

As she was watering her front garden, Mrs. French looked on as a car pulled into the driveway of the house behind her. She watched a man get out of the car—if she could recall correctly, his name was Fredrick—and walk up his driveway. Her neighbor was a fine young age of thirty-eight, but had a thirteen-year-old only son named Jon. She knew Jon because she sometimes watched over him while his parents were away, like on a trip, or going to the movies, or having fun at an adult get-together. He was a nice boy, from what she saw of him, although he kept to himself. Fredrick worked night-time in an archaeological field, where he examined specimen that were shipped to the lab that he worked at. It was not uncommon to see him leave around ten and get back around the morning-time. His wife worked in a nearby office setting in normal hours, so they did not see each other very often during the week. Mrs. French sighed, and then finished watering her dahlias. They were her favorite flowers, and she always saved the best for last. She then walked back into her house.

Fred got out of his car, completely unaware of his old batty neighbor reminiscing about his family. All that was on his mind was a nice long rest and naps before he had to go back to work later. As he turned the key in the lock of the front door, he yawned. He then proceeded to walk in. His son was watching television, a ritual he always followed around seven. Of course, he knew what Jon was watching. He watched morning cartoons like he always did, starting with Yugi-oh! and Pokémon. He sighed. When would his son learn to grow up? He didn't want his son watching murder mysteries, but he knew that he couldn't stay this way forever. Jonathan remained glued to the screen, not noticing the return of his father from work. He went up the stairs, took a right, and landed right onto his bed. He shut the shutters, closed the door, and let the darkness take over him.

There was a house. On the opposite side of the path was a lake, which looked bluer than a lake should look. The grass next to the lake could be hardly seen as individual, and is more like a mass of perfect green. Beyond the lake, a large sphere was floating in the ait, about ten degrees from the horizon. If someone were to have looked carefully, they could have seen a city on the other side of the lake, blocking some of the sphere out. Inside the house, a young-looking adult was sleeping in front of a computer screen. The computer was on and flashing errors, but the man could not notice them. A phone rings on the right side of the computer. He gets up, groggily, and picks up the phone.

"H…hello? Who is this?"

"Nurse Joy speaking. Bill, were you sleeping again?"

"Hey, I'm motivationally challenged. Anyways, what's wrong now? It had better not be another complaint about the limited number of boxes."

"No, it's not. We're getting a report of missing Pokémon, they were sent, but none were received."

"I'll take a look."

Bill looked at the monitor, scrolling around until he got to a large gaping hole in the middle of one of the routes. Dread shot through him. "Well, we have a hole that the balls could have fallen through. It could lead to anywhere, Pallet Town to Snowpoint City, the reverse world to the real world."

Joy's voice became confused. "The real world?"

"Aww, come on, I was just joking, liven up a bit."

"Very funny," Joy responded sarcastically, "Do you know what you are going to do?"

"For now, I'm going to send one of my Porygon through the hole to see where it leads, with a Pokédex for identification purposes, in case the Porygon cannot get back."

Bill looked on the table next to him, where he saw the sharp, angular virtual Pokémon, Porygon. He walked over to it, gave it a Pokédex, camera, and a couple of balls, and inserted it into cyberspace. He watched as it crawled through the transport system to the hole, and saw it jump in.

"By the way, how many went missing?" Bill inquired to Joy.

"For now, we have results of two missing, an Eevee and a Squirtle. Both of them were starters."

"Ah, it's starter season again. Well, based on the positioning of the hole, it seems between Saffron city and Cerulean city."

"Then why aren't the balls in that area?"

"The problem is that my system works like it is in quantum leaps, you know what I mean?"

"Quantum leaps? What in the world is that supposed to mean?"

Bill sighed. This was going to be fun. "Quanta are a specified amount of… never mind, if I told you we would be here for a while."

"Please?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Look, I don't have time to explain one of the most theoretical aspects of science. Look, I'll just say that they need a specific boost to go to a certain area, or it will not work."

"Well, good luck on your search. I hope for the new trainers' sakes that you find their Pokémon."

Fredrick felt himself tumbling down a hole, falling constantly. He was nervous, but forced one eye open. All around him, a dazzling light display was taking place before his eyes. Vibrant reds, greens, and blues came together to create hues of unmistakable beauty. He looked down. He could faintly see a faint singularity, like he was falling through a tunnel. None of his other senses seemed to work. As he continued to look down, the hole began to grow larger, until he himself was almost touching what seemed like a bubble at the end. As soon as his feet touched it, he began to feel dizzy. He cleared his mind, and found himself standing between two people, right next to a large bear-like creature.