Bunneary's POV

"May, what's wrong?! Please tell me he's not..." I begged, tears welling in my eyes.

"He's alive... Just, but in a stable condition. B-but... Charizard is dead..."

The first part of her sentence cheered me up greatly but the second part sent me back into a depression.

May was and always has been very strong and always in charge of her emotions. After finally getting over Ash, she was charmed by Charizard and his hot temper. She still mourned and loved Ash, but she knew she had to move on. The deaths of both Ash and Charizard must be taking a huge toll on her. Heck, I didn't even know how she wasn't screaming and crying curled in a ball in the corner. May is strong.

I cried too, and we both hugged each other for support. Charizard had been a good friend to me.

After she had stopped crying, I gently pulled away.
"There's something suspicious about how everyone's starting to turn back..." I frowned.

Maya's eyes opened wide.
"You're right... If you were to start turning back, it would have been three months after what happened, not three years..."

"There was just something suspicious about the whole thing... Especially how team Rocket's bodies where never found."

"What if... No, it can't be!"

"Can't be what, May?"

"Maybe Team Rocket... Are still alive?"

I thought for a second.
"I don't think so. They're too stupid to have escaped. They were probably blown up with their air balloon."

"I guess..." May sighed.

"Let's get home. You need to rest." I said, grabbing May's arm and leading her outside.

*Later on*

May sat on her couch while I ordered pizzas.

We ate in an awkward silence until I stood up to leave.
"I'd better get going. I'm tired."

"Why don't you stay here, in the guest room? It's three am!" May offered.
"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not! I'll get a blanket and pillows for you."

Half an hour later, I was settled in bed. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Team rocket had captured pikachu yet again, and we're going through their normal, incredibly cheesy routine.

"I'm Jesse!"

"I'm James!"

Pikachu was eating through their latest capture device, the oddly normal net. It was cheap rope and his electric rodent teeth made quick work of it, gnawing through it in seconds.

"All right pikachu! Use thunder shock!"

"Pika!" pikachu replied as his cheeks charged with electricity.

"Fight me, Ash!"
Everyone turned to look at the new voice. Gary stood, emerging form the bushes in a battle stance with a pokeball in hand.

"Not now, Gary!" Ash said exasperatedly. "Pikachu, use thunder shock now!"

"Pikaaa-"

"NO, WAIT!" meowth cried.

It was too late. Pikachu's attack's blinding white light blinded everyone. The shock hit the balloon in the wrong place and it exploded, screams filling the air.

Dawn hugged me close, and buried her blinded eyes in my fur as a toxic gas sedative rained down on us.

Some one was still screaming. All of the Pokemon trainers were unconscious, but Gary was no where in sight.

I looked at Dawn. She had turned a shade of pale green and almost stopped breathing.

No. This couldn't be happening. Dawn was my closest friend. My bunneary body could not scream, my sorrow was held inside me as I slowly lost consciousness.

I woke up screaming. My chest heaved as I tried to breath properly. I couldn't see properly, so I bought my hand up to my eyes and realised I was crying. I wiped the tears away with my sleeve and got out of bed.

I walked into the kitchen to find May cooking pancakes.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Or should I say afternoon? It's twelve-thirty!" her cheerful smile was strained and fake. I couldn't blame her. After what has happened she probably wouldn't smile properly again for a while.

"It's twelve-thirty?! You should have woken me up!"

"Don't worry about it. You obviously needed sleep. Want some pancakes?"

"You didn't have to make pancakes!"

"It's fine. It takes my mind off..." she trailed off, handing me a plate of pancakes.

I ate them silently. They were really good.

"I've got a fitness class at one to teach, so I'll have to leave now. Just put the plate in the sink and lock the door behind you when you go, okay?"

"Got it," I mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes. But she was already gone.

I didn't really want to go out into the sunlight and face people- I was too depressed. I have always been an introvert, and some days I just need to be by myself.

I dumped the plate in the sink and headed out into the real world, locking the door behind me with a loud click.

A figure dressed all in black watched Bunneary leave May's apartment.

"They're getting to close to the truth- what really happened. Something has to be done about them..."