A barrage of water battered every inch of the ship's thin white corridor, and Ash found himself pinned.

The waters crept further up his body with every passing second. Time's ever-moving hands were in no mood to dawdle today. It took as much effort to resist the waves as it did to keep his head above the rising flood.

Ash found himself isolated by the beating waves. In spite of his best efforts he'd been separated from his Pokémon.

From Pikachu. From Brock. From Misty.

The thought of them alone, fighting to survive, burnt into his mind.

He swam on.