Back at the lab, the boy was given a blanket as the scientists gathered around him and spoke of their judgments. "Can we trust him?" "Where did he come from?" "How did he get in here?"
"Know that I fear you more than you fear me," the boy explained, guessing their conversations from the expressions on their faces. Yame and I sat beside him. "I hail from Violet City and I know not why I am here in this alternate world." We all got comfortable for his tale.
"I have been here for one hundred and thirty eight years. The world around me changes constantly. It is a mystery, but everyday slight changes are made. Tools started appearing here, followed by a large hole in the earth, apparently to dig out the fossils of ancient Pokémon, for their skeletons started to appear in the rock face overtime, as if being dug out."
"The outside world's changes must be copied and projected here," Yame said.
"I believe so," replied the boy. "I have watched a civilization build up around me, but without a friend in sight. I have been alone here, unable to consume food or become ill. To die would satisfy me," he said, his eyes becoming misty.
"You've been here so long," I frowned. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"I recall exploring these plains far before this laboratory ever came to be. My Diglet was my companion on a warm day in August. As I ran along the trails with which I was so familiar, my Diglet followed, but beneath the earth, as Diglets do. I noticed he had stopped behind me. I turned back to find him stuck in the path, as though something underground were blocking his way. Upon digging in the ground before him, I found a strange tablet. I brought it to a field. As I sat upon a boulder, I studied the artifact and found the characters to be much like English letters. 'Nameless,' it said. In a fury of winds and blindness, I was brought to this place and have been trapped here ever since."
"We found that tablet in a field, by a boulder!" said one of the scientists.
"Yeah," recalled another. "That's when everyone started disappearing. One of us read the tablet, then another, and another. It all began when we started exploring to find the others that were missing. When we saw the tablet, it was mysterious to us and caught our attention, so we all read from it!"
"Why does it say, 'nameless'?" I asked.
"I don't remember my name," said the boy.