Ash didn't remembered how it had happened; it was a huge shock when it did. Right now, he was dangling off a cliff, a strong wind making him sway like a leaf. Pikachu had it's small hands grasped around his index finger trying to pull him up. Ash admired its corege, but he knew it wouldn't work. All Pikachu would succeed in was yanking his finger off.

He needed help from a human.

Brock and Misty had left a while ago. The three were having a reunion after he'd beaten the Sinnoh Leuge. While the two were gone, he and his Pokemon were doing battle training, then this.

Then, far away, a figure came into sight.

Pikachu stopped trying to pull him up to go and ask for help. Only two things were wrong. One, how was Pikachu going to get a person to understand it? Two, he felt his fingers slip. Then, Pikachu came running back, Brock at its side.

"Ash!" He dropped the bags he was carrying and raced over. "What happened?"

"This isn't the time to ask questions! Help me up before I fall!" To his suprise, Brock didn't reach down. Instead he got up, an odd smile sprawling across his face. "Brock?"

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"What do you mean? Never mind, just help me up!" He smiled and reached out his hand. Ash took one of his hands to grab on, but Brock slapped it away and planted a foot on Ash's other hand. The only one he was dangling from.

"Good-bye Ash."