The howling winds of the blackened sky almost felt like a dark omen of dreadful times. Hurricane Lamarck was thrashing the coast, and the citizens of Kanto knew best to stay indoors. On this day of all days, Albert Whisker should have heeded that advice.
The turbulent forces kicked up, leaving Albert nearly incapable making forward progress. The city was so close! He was almost there... miles did not even need to be used to measure his distance. He was almost at the safe house. There was little doubt he could find shelter there.
Harsh rain pelted him relentlessly as a powerful gust hoisted him into the air and chucked him several yards backwards in a deepening puddle of mud. Debris flew about him. Swirls of wind kicked up mud and the land looked like picturesque darkness only marred by the bright colors of distant city lights… yet even those began to join the eternal pitch as there wasn't any doubt that power was failing all over the country. As he tried to stand, a tree fell nearby him: it made no sound, only its tiny tremor and hulking appearance that was not there before let Albert know that it had indeed fallen. His scream of fear and anguish was drowned in the roar of the winds just like the tree's had been. This was nature at its cruelest.
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, struggling against the wind. As he regained his footing, a shadow passed in front of his vision. Amongst the dark of the evening, the creature looked like a shadow. All he could see was a black silhouette of a humanoid creature holding what appeared to be an equaled shadowed spoon. As it seemingly stood face to face with Albert, it spoke, its voice hollowed and piercing every cranny of his mind, "You are the only one who can save them. You are the only one who can save… me!" The last thing Albert saw was a pair of bright blue eyes. Then… nothing!
The shadow of a spoon wielding beast narrowed its glowing eyes, it spoke telepathically as its words reverberated through Albert's mind, "we shall be in… contact. Do well!" With that, a flash of light blinded the sky. Albert and the mysterious utensil holder were gone with nary a trace.