Chapter 3: A Ghostly Storm
Being stuck inside of a cave with only her Haunter, her bag of supplies, the sound of the rain and her thoughts was NOT on Sam's to-do list.
She left her other Pokemon in the PC, much to the angry protests of Vincent. She told them they were wanting to get some extra training in, so they were going to travel around and look for Pokemon. "It's only for a few hours." she reassured the overprotective psychic.
A storm closed in on them, and they saw the closest shelter was a cave. They then realized that the storm wouldn't give up until tomorrow. The rain was cold, and the cave was damp and frigid. Her whole body shivered.
Glancing over to her Haunter, she noticed he was shivering, not as much as her, though. "C-c'mon Leon, back in y-your pokeball...it'll be much w-warmer.." Even though it would be odd for a ghost type to be cold, it seemed like the storm was enough to even give Leon a chill.
Much her surprise, Leon refused and made his way over to her. He reached out and hugged her instead. It was actually comforting, the Ghost type hugging her, trying to keep her warm. While not warming her up, being a partially gaseous ghost after all, it was...relaxing.
"Haunt, haunter..." he cooed. With the two intertwined, they both fell asleep. In the morning, they would have to deal with her angered and worried Espeon, so they better rest up!