Some time after I had woken up, I heard footsteps approaching. Two voices were engaged in a very lively conversation about the practicality of throwing ammo, until they suddenly cut off as they presumably caught sight of me. A Mudkip and a Chimchar stood before me with their mouths agape when I opened my eyes to see who had just arrived. They were shocked to find me there, and even more shocked to find that it was me, almost repulsed. I had no idea why they were so upset, and that upset me.
As they ground their teeth and prepared their attacks, I mustered the strength to ask why they were so furious. As they started to answer, they seemed to remember something of their own. Something about what "Cresselia" said. I was too weak to ask any further.
When they realized that they were not speaking to the being that they remembered, they softened (and stopped preparing to blast me into the stratosphere), and offered me shelter as an apology. As I had no place to stay and was still too exhausted and hurt to find one, I accepted their kindness.
The next few weeks I spent simply resting and trying to remember myself, though my rescuers weren't very supportive of the latter task for reasons they refused to reveal. It was a fruitless endeavor, anyways, as I could not remember a single thing more, or even a trace of anything, but their discomfort at my attempts to remember something was...discomforting.
The Mudkip, whose name was Brookie, would go off with her aptly-nicknamed Buddy to fight crime and explore the land during the day, and come back with stories of their adventures. When I had recovered enough to move around normally again, I offered to assist them on their journeys, having nowhere to go and needing someone to guide me. They accepted me, and thus I became a member of Team Liquifire.