Although your skills in trainer battles have rusted slightly, your wild senses, however, have not. You take frequent walks around the forests of Fortree, and occasionally, you camp in the deeper areas of the forest when you stray from your path. Each time you do, you dream of him, and you wake up with something in your eye that you refuse to acknowledge. You miss him, but you can't bring yourself to see him.
Sometimes, you purposely go out without your pokemon simply for the thrill of it. You love the danger, the risks. You love the feeling of your muscles straining against wild Mightyena, your back against the cold dirt, and the scrapes and bruises you gain as proof of your victory. You also try not to let yourself know that you do it for him, anything to catch his attention. But all you hear is just the same thing over and over again, "Just be careful", in the same static voice, and nothing more. You know he trusts you, but you can't help but think that he should care a little bit more. You miss him, yet it feels as if he doesn't miss you.