Slight stares up at the sky, letting his mind wander. It is such a beautiful day to be cloud-gazing.
He looks around and sees that Abra is nowhere within his sight. Hey, where did Abra go? She doesn't usually wander that far off. Maybe she found a friend, I hope she did. She's been so lonely lately. As his attention goes back to the clouds, Slight hears a strange cry near him and clambers up. Grabbing his bag, he runs towards the sound, almost like a "mewing". And he sees a pokémon that very few ever have.
WHAT IS THAT? My God, it's so cute. Looks like a little pink cat; and it's floating. Must be psychic, but I never saw any pokémon like it! Nor have I heard any with such a cry. And he looks at where it's coming from; it's Abra. "Abra, Stop. Don't hurt the little pokémon, she probably wants to rest." Abra looks toward Slight and teleports next to him; Mew, meanwhile, circles both of them.
After a minute of circling, the Mew floats away northward, slowly at first. We should follow her, Abra. But DO NOT hurt her. Maybe she needs help.
They chase the Mew through the forest, dodging trees and pokémon, keeping their sights on Mew, doing their best to not lose sight of her.
And suddenly, they hear a snapping noise. They stop just in time to see Mew tangles in what seems to be a fish-net. Abra, we need to help her. Stand back and protect me. If there is a trap, there must be the person who set it somewhere close-by.
Slight gets closer to the net, creeping slowly and carefully, making sure not to hit another trap. The last thing he needs is to be caught in a trap, too. Stepping up to the net, Slight sends his thoughts to the Mew. Please, be quiet and stop struggling. I am sorry for any injury Abra may have inflicted. But if we don't get you out, things will be bad for both of us. And with the end of the projection, Slight hears the twigs snapping behind the trees around them.
"Abra, use hypnosis," and with that command, Abra teleports into the sky and seems to snap her fingers. As the snap reaches Slight's ears, so do the sounds of leaves branches crunching and snapping. The bug-catchers have fallen asleep.
Slight tears the net open slightly and Mew just floats out, staring at Slight and mewing some more.
"You have such a beautiful mew. That shall be your name. You already met Abra, and I'm Slight" And he holds out his hand to Mew, who simply circles around him and vanishes, leaving her final mew to float on the wind.
"Abra, it looks like we made a new friend. Let's hope we meet her again. And don't hurt her. Ok?" He looks around, and realizes that they are at the edge of the forest, directly in line of Pewter City. "Well, I guess we could continue the adventure."