"So your mom is at Striaton?" asks our shaken protagonist to his little companion.
"Yeah, I hope..." says the unnamed little boy with a sigh.
"What's your name?" Winters asks the little boy.
"Brick." says the boy looking down at his feet.
"Did you really need to do that to him?" asks Brick looking up at Winters.
"What do you mean Brick?" asks Winters as a counter response.
"I mean did you have to kill him?" questions Brick.
"I didn't kill him, but I should have." mutters Winters questioning whether he won his first trainer battle or not.
"So you know Prof Juniper?" asks a slightly happier Brick with large puppy eyes.
"Kinda..." responds a distraught Winters.
Route 2 is rainy and smells of fire wood as this route is a popular camping site for new trainers.
"How far is Striaton from here?" asks Winters sneezing about.
"About 1.3 miles from here." responds a shivering Brick who has lit a lantern he found on a tree branch.
"Ugh!" whines Winters trudging through the mud.
"Should we rest somewhere?" Brick asks with a yawn.
"Well it' almost 11:30." responds Winters yawning a louder yawn.
"But those cultists might still be about." warns Winters.
"Yeah, I guess so..." worries Brick as he stares at the bloody pocket knife in his hand.
"I have an idea!" proclaims Winters.
"What?" questions Brick.
"We can rest in that grove over there!" exclaims Winters as he points to a tiny divot in between the trees.
"I guess we could!" says Brick excitedly.
"I stole some sleeping bags from my house before I skipped town!" says Winters pulling out two blue sleeping bags from his satchel.
"I never really realized that man purse of yours." teases Brick who is snickering into his hand.
"It's called a satchel for your information Brick." prompts Winters.
"Let's go sleep. I'm tired." yawns Brick who has already got into his sleeping bag.
"Goodnight Brick."
"Goodnight Winters."
"Wait how do you know my name?!" cries Winters in a frantic scurry.
"It's embroidered in your man purse." teases Brick from under his sleeping bag.
"IT IS A SATCHEL!" screams Winters at the top of his lungs.