Misha: I'm back! I've decided to throw everything I've got into this project, so you should be seeing more regular updates from now on :D

Summer: This is tiring. Can't you go back to slacking off like you used to?

Misha: *sweatdrops* I know you're not used to working regularly, but I'm really really gonna be focused on this! I promise!

Ben: Sigh... This is just like your Pita-Ten project, isn't it? Or that other fic that you haven't even published... and all those one-shots that you wanted to do...

Misha: HEY! I'll let you know that I've been working my butt off lately! I have a lot going on right now you know! You're just a bunch of fictional characters! What do you know! You don't know me! And another thing...

Summer: I'm so sorry you all had to see this, she's just having a nervous breakdown. Anyways, Misha doesn't own Pokemon.

Misha: ...You had better start respecting me! I've created this little world of yours! I have the power to make you all miserable! And don't even get me started on...

Cast: THAT'S ENOUGH!

Misha: Right right... I'm sorry ^.^; Please enjoy this latest chapter! And I would love to hear your reviews!

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Summer continued her trek through the sand, still weary from her fall into the ocean. As she ran, the beach ended, giving way to a dense green jungle. She fought her way through the trees and plants until she finally reached a large clearing. Panting, she stood still, listening for the cry again, but heard nothing. Frustrated, she tried starting up her styler to get some idea of where she was. The screen flickered a couple of times, but then went black.

"Great," she sighed. "This is just fantastic!" She tried fiddling with the device some more, but still nothing happened. Frustrated and angry, she threw her styler to the ground with a shriek, then sank to her knees, fighting back tears.

-bzztttt... locating coooooordinates...ss.s...-

Summer looked up, startled, as the styler's screen started flickering back to life. She ran over to it, breathing a sigh of relief as she picked it up and saw the screen glowing again.

-current location Dolce... Island... bzztttttttt-

Summer looked around. So this was Dolce Island, a part of the Oblivia Island that she had learned about during her briefing with Hastings. As far as she knew, the island was uninhabited, which meant she had no one to turn to for help. She was glad that she had at least landed in the right place, but her happy feeling quickly faded as she remembered what had happened to Ben. Worried, she tried activating her communication feature, but only heard static. She was quickly becoming more angry, frustrated and scared, and she began pacing, kicking small stones out of her way. One in particular was kicked with extra force, and landed in some bushes nearby.

PIICHUUUU!

A tiny Pichu ran out of the bushes, clutching its head and whimpering softly. Summer raced towards it, feeling guilty for having caused the little thing pain. The Pichu turned, noticing Summer, and stopped crying at once. Summer was relieved, until she looked at the Pokemon's face. It was staring... no... glaring at her, a fierce anger in its eyes. Before Summer could react, the little thing was charging at her, a field of electricity beginning to form around its body.

"Wah!" Summer exclaimed, jumping back. "P-pichu, what's the matter?" The Pokemon ignored her, however, unleashing a thunder attack, which she was barely able to dodge. Summer realized that there was no other choice, and hoped that her styler would be up to the task.

"Capture on!"

Although the Pichu was agitated, Summer was able to capture it rather easily. The now calm Pokemon stood, confused, but finally realized that Summer meant no harm. It ran towards her then, chattering happily. Summer noticed something strange on its back, but before she could get a closer look she was interrupted by a figure emerging from the forest.

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"Pichu!" a man cried, hobbling forwards. As he walked into the light, Summer saw that he was rather old, with pure white hair and a full mustache, and a wrinkled but extremely tan face. "Ah Pichu, I've been so worried about you ever since seeing those UFO's passing through... where are all your friends?"

Pi! Piiii... chuuuupi! The Pichu hopped around, looking nervous, then ran over to Summer and clutched her leg.

"Ah! I didn't see you there!" the old mad said, giving Summer a crooked smile. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here. What's your name?"

"My name is Summer," Summer said with a small smile. "I'm a ranger, I've just come over from Almia," she explained.

"Oh! A ranger, eh? Well then, you should be able to explain all the crazy stuff that's been happening around here." He looked at the young girl, expecting an answer, until he saw the confused expression on her face. "Ahem," he coughed, slightly embarrassed. "I suppose I should get all the formalities out of the way. My name is Booker, and I'm the master shipbuilder over at Renbow Island." Summer couldn't help but notice that he spoke of his job with pride. "Yup, I come over here all the time to visit little Pichu here and all his friends! I've built boats around here, you know, in case theres a flood or something and the Pokemon need to escape the island. I even made Pichu's little ukulele here!" He pointed to the object around Pichu's neck. Summer bent down to look, and saw that it was indeed a tiny ukelele, painted blue and tied around the Pokemon.

"Does he really play it?" she asked, interested.

"Oh, no," Booker replied, chuckling. "He can't play, but when he generates enough electricity he can make some sounds. That's why folks around here gave him the nickname "Ukelele Pichu". But anyways!" he continued, a different tone in his voice, "There's been some troubling things happening around here lately. UFO's flying all over the place, Pokemon disappearing, I tell ya, something's just not right," he concluded, nodding to himself. "So I assume that's why your here, eh?"

Summer nodded. "I was sent to investigate some of the problems you've been having over here," she explained, "But I ran into the enemy on the way here and was separated from my partner..." she trailed off, again consumed with worry.

Booker looked at the youngster, noticing how upset she looked. "Not to worry dear, I'm sure he's just fine," he said, trying to reassure her. "How abouts I take you back to my place over at Renbow Island. It's just a short ride from here, and you can rest up for a bit. How about it?"

"Oh, that sounds great," Summer replied, smiling. "It has been a really long day..."

"Excellent! Now, let's be off!" He started off, moving at an incredible speed for someone of his age. Summer almost had to jog to keep up with him. They went on for a while, until they reached another shore at the other end of the island. Summer looked around, but saw no boat. She turned to Booker, confused.

"Ummm... I'm sorry sir, but-"

"Sir?" the old man laughed. "Don't you be calling me sir, youngster. Name's Booker, or did you forget already?"

Summer blushed slightly. "I'm sorry si- sorry, Booker... but umm... well there's no boat here..."

"What are you going on about? My eyes may be going, but I'm sure you would be able to see..." he trailed off, realizing that Summer was right. There was no boat. "Ah!" he turned. "I must have forgotten to tie it up again!" he said cheerfully. Summer sweatdropped, confused as to why Booker was taking the news so well.

"Yes, but, how are we going to get back?" she asked, still concerned.

"Not to worry Summer! I've got a boat back here that I'm almost finished with. We can take that back!" He pointed to a boat behind them on a ledge that looked nearly done. "I just need someone to move it down to the shore. But you're a ranger, so you should be able to handle it, right?"

Summer sweatdropped again. "Umm... well... do you really think that it's safe to ride on a boat that's not even finished yet?"

Booker laughed. "Summer, this boat is probably sturdier then a finished one by any other shipbuilder! Trust me, I'm the best in the business!" He chuckled at the disbelieving look on the girl's face. "I thought I saw an Ursaring back in the woods, why dontcha see if it can help us out?"

Summer headed back, wondering if the old guy was really as brilliant a shipbuilder as he claimed, or if he was just plain crazy. But she had no choice but to trust him, as he was the only person that she had met so far that was willing to help her.

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"I'm back!" Summer called, the Ursaring in tow. She brought him over to the boat, and he happily helped her move down to the beach. "Thanks Ursaring!" she said, smiling brightly and patting the Pokemon before it lumbered away cheerfully.

"Excellent work! I can see now why they chose you to come over here!" Booker exclaimed, beaming. "Well c'mon, we're wasting precious time! Our long voyage shall begin!" he sweatdropped. "Well... it isn't really that long, but I've always wanted to say that! So lets go!" Before he could get in the boat, however, the Pichu from the forest ran out, hopping inside.

"Pichu?" Summer asked. "Do you want to come with us?"

Piiiii! The Pokemon exclaimed, smiling brightly. Summer looked over at Booker, who grinned. "As long as this little guy doesn't bother us, he can come along. Now let's get on with this!"

Summer followed, smiling. Although she was still worried, she couldn't help but feel more at ease, knowing that she had met at least one person who would help her out and make her journey easier.

Ben opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surroundings. The room he was in was small and dark, with nobody in sight. "Summer..." he thought, "Summer, are you ok?"

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Misha: I did it! I finished two chapters in two days! I'm so happy!

Summer: Yes, that's great. Now can you stop being so crazy about all this? I need to rest you know...

Misha: You better watch it... I have complete control over your future, remember?

Summer: Ah, well... umm...

Misha: Well that's that! Please stay tuned! And please review! It make me sooo happy!