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In the morning, Matt woke up with a start. The last thing he could remember was being totally psyched for an adventure, and here he was—in an unfamiliar bed, in a red-adorned room.

He wasn't even sure where Cynder was at first, but to his left he saw six Pokéballs, one of which had its top translucent. Inside, he saw Cynder, apparently floating while asleep. He quickly fumbled through his pockets for everything he had on him: his wallet, a couple hard candies, his Pokédex, and…

…what? He was sure that he hadn't stuffed a crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. He hastily dug it out and read the message on it:

"Hello, this is the Pokémon Center Nurse. I noticed you passed out in front of our building and brought you in for the night. Your Quilava didn't apparently have a Pokéball, so I bought one for him.

"Before you leave, come up and see me. I can get you a Pokémon Trainer's License, which allows you to, among other things, battle Gym Leaders for Gym Badges. Collecting all eight Johtonian badges is an excellent goal for a Pokémon Trainer to work towards."

Matt decided to go ahead up—after he grabbed his Pokéballs, of course.

"Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center! You're the boy I brought in last night, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. My name's Matt. How do I get a Trainer's License?"

"First of all, I need your full name. First, Middle, and Last."

"Matthew Dan Ing."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"What is your hometown?"

"Olivine City."

"Now, I'm obligated to ask this last question, for… some reason, I forgot what it was. It was probably something inane. Anyways," she sighed, "are you a boy, or a girl?"

"I'm a boy." *sigh*

"Okay, stand in the middle of the Pokéball on the floor, look directly at the camera, and…"

*clack!*

"There! It's printing your card now. It's very important you keep track of this—it holds info on almost all the aspects of a Trainer."

"Thank you. I know that you don't print cards for every person who comes by, so what do you do normally?"

"I heal Pokémon. Free of charge! It's the primary service of a Pokémon Center. I healed your Quilava last night after I put you to bed."

"Alright then! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Anytime, Matt."

Matt's first priority after leaving the Pokémon Center was finding a place to get some breakfast. Ecruteak was (for Johtonian standards) a fairly major city, though not nearly as much as Goldenrod City or even Olivine. Goldenrod or Olivine didn't really matter right now, though, since he wanted some food.

Fortunately, there was a nice-looking place just outside the Pokémon Center called 'Trainer's Table'. He decided to try there.

The waitress looked almost exactly like the nurse in the Pokémon Center, apart from that she was dressed like a maid.

"Hello, and welcome to the Trainer's Table! Would you and your Pokémon like some breakfast?"

"Yes, please. Table for two."

"Right this way."

At this point, Matt noticed that Cynder was still sleeping. He wasn't sure why that surprised him, though.

"Pssst! Cynder! Rise and shine!"

ZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz

"Cynder! We're about to have breakfast! Wake up!"

ZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz

"WAKE UP!"

*snrk!*zZZZzzzZZZzzz

"May I help you with that?"

She handed a spray bottle filled with blue liquid inside to Matt. He instinctively used it on Cynder.

"QUIII! Snnn… lavvvvvv…"

"Don't worry. He's awake now."