After an hour, we all finish our food, pay and leave. Surprised how cheap food for four people at such a fancy place is. That, or I just lucked out and this place is reasonable in general. Regardless, got out with spending less than I thought and we now had another problem to deal with. The hell are we going to do for sleeping? From what I've gathered there aren't any hotel like places around, and the Centers here don't have resting places. I do have one idea though. I turn to Candace as we walk out, "Hey, Candizzle? I ask a quick question?"

"Huh?" She looks down at me, "Oh, yeah, sure whatever. Just don't call me that again."

"Yes Ma'am. Do think, and this is just a random thought, do you think we could crash at that Ranger Station for the night?"

She chuckles a little and keeps walking, heading in the direction of the Station which has a very nice glow coming off in the dark. The white light that came from off the sides of door made a surprisingly inviting atmosphere, while the darker, grey light showed a sense of authority. I like it. "Alright, I'll talk to the big man and try to squeeze you somewhere, but I don't make any promises, so don't come crying to me." Me and Dallas nod at this, leading to Candice to enter quickly followed by that little demon gremlin.

I turn over to Dallas and pat him on the back, "Well, I'd say that day one was pretty successful. Don't agree, PiT?"

"Well," he started, rubbing his neck, "I wouldn't say... successful. It started with a building catching on fire only to be followed by me being ignored while trying to tell you important stuff. Whenever we got here you accused a group of being terrorists and got silked by a Sewaddle, then we ate food. Honestly, the only good thing that happened today in my opinion was my translator worked and I kinda rubbed up on Candice's boob on accident. Or it was her shoulder, I can't remember. Either way, today was decently uneventful."

I take a second to process all of that before just coming out with this, "You know, you could've just agreed with me and I wouldn't think you're a total buzzkill." I am an honest person, even if I hurt them with it.

"Oh... well... Yeah, today was a pretty good day!" He says with fake enthusiasm, throwing up his hands excitedly.

"PiT, I just..." I was trying to find a way to say this respectably, "the moment passed, ok? You can't just fake it."

"Ah, well..." he looks around for a second before pointing to the Station again, "Oh, hey, look! Plot advancement!" I look over and, hey, he was right. Candice was walking back out to us, giving an amused look at us.

"Alright," the Ranger says reaching us again, "Here's the dealio dingusi. Y'all can stay the night, just don't mess with anything. Can all of you work with that?" We both say yes and she nods at us, turning back around and waving her hand forward. "Good, this way if you please."

We all enter the building and are hit with that refreshing blast of air conditioning and a smile from Kenny. I like that Kenny guy. Candice doesn't stop and goes into a set of doors on the side wall, which we follow. I don't know about Dallas, but I am surprised to say the least. The... I suppose the best word would be quarters, were extremely well maintained. I'm not sure how many Rangers worked here, but it almost looked like it was not touched in forever with everything in a unnaturally pristine condition, which is hard to do with bunkbeds. Also, bunkbeds. I like this place. We looked for a good minute and eventually Dallas spoke, but it was not what I expected, "I call top bunk!"

The small professor started towards the beds before getting stopped by Candice, "Nope. Top is mine. Same with the other three bunks. All the top ones belong to head Rangers. Any other is good though."

"Oh," Dallas said, sounding a little upset before looking around, "So... you said the head Rangers get top? Does that mean that bottom ones are taken?"

"Uh, only..." Candice looks around and points to the one in the back right, "That one. That one's Kenny's." She walks over to the back left and bunk and climbs on top. I look around and decide on one of the front beds, plopping my bag on the side and quickly falling face first into the pillow. I look up and see Dallas set out his stuff on the bed under Candice with... was that a blush on his face? That is either cute or creepy, depending on your way of looking at it. I know some of you are probably dirty minded, keep in mind these guys are, like, sixteen and seventeen. Also, I don't care what you think or where you live, seventeen is not of an acceptable age. Perverts.

Anyways, I find a way to get comfortable and feel a large weight instantly hit on my chest. I look up and see Blue laying down right on top of me. It's hard to push him off both on account he is heavy as hell, but he is adorable like this. I will force myself to sleep, but I will not get a lot of air. I may suffocate. What am I saying, I can't die now. I'm too important. My name is the first in the descri-... wait a second. Shit, this little fuzzy fruit's name is before mine! I still can't die now. I'd upset my fans, right guys? Guys? Alright, I guess y'all are on the can or something. No matter, back to the story. I guess I should get some sleep now. Do I feel dream sequence? Yes I do, other Walter, yes I do. I lay down and close my eyes, quickly slipping into sleep.

This was his first night as a traitor, and Vincent could not tell who would be a good person to turn to. He knew almost no one in this region aside the Vision members and his dad, and he didn't feel he could talk to his father. The ex-criminal had to think fast, as he has heard of terrible things that happened to abandoners of Team Vision. He was even on a group to catch a traitor before for Mew's sake! And seeing what their torture techniques were with that kid with the Celebi... he covered he crotch just thinking of it. The only thing he could do properly was keep walking. Keep walking in a dirty and probably disease filled Pinwheel Forest. That is a dumb name for a forest.

With it getting dark and cold with the night, he was starting to panic slightly. Just leaving the city limits, Vincent looked around frantically. He saw a few Trainers around along with some other meanderers. Nobody he recognized though, so that's good. He couldn't take the idea of being searched for and the painful results that happen afterwards. "No," Vincent tells himself out loud, "don't think about that, you freaking r-tard. Everything is going to be fine, I are going to be fine, this is fine. Just like that meme with the Poochyena in the burning house. That's how fine this is!" He chuckles a little bit and looks around, stopping and seeing the number of people sending glances his way. Surprising amount of people in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

He shakes it off and starts walking. He didn't care much for the non-city areas of this region, but going into the boonies would have to be his only choice. Maybe everyone will remember how much he hated it out there and would look in the big towns or cities. One can only hope with these things. He's like a total hope guy right now. If anything, a prince of hope. He could pull off being a prince. Yep, he's panicking again. Panicking, thinking stupid stuff, and making references probably no one will know. Perhaps some sleep is a necessity. "Alright, Vincent, you spent seven years in Cubchoo Scouts. You can find a safe place to hide and sleep and hopefully not get murdered or raped. Or both. Oh, Mew, what kind of Pokemon are out here? Panicking again." He slaps himself in the head and looks around the immediate area he wondered into.

Pretty forested, lot of foliage, pretty low parts, and no Pokemon he can tell. "Well, I am a firm believer in good enough!" He laughs at himself to keep the spirits up and walks over to a decently low divit and tosses his backpack behind a bush. He's able to use his Vision jacket as a pillow and lays down, trying to go into sleep. "Alright Vincent, a few days. A few days is all I need." After a few minutes he finally slips to sleep, still filled with several fear filled thoughts.

The morning came almost like nothing, greeting the renegade sleeper with a blast of bright light that instantly woke him up. He groans into his old jacket and slowly sits up, getting out of the way of the stray beam of sun. He gives his area a quick look around and sees that this is the only spot with light coming through. "Great," he says to to himself, "this entire freaking Route, and the sun decides to hit this one spot. Thank you, Solgaleo." He scoffs up at the sky, a little annoyed at the feline controlling the sun taking a personal vendetta against him. "I am trying to help you, you know! You don't want to get capture by a bunch of idiots in purple and white outfits like those, do you?" He keeps talking up, pointing at a small group of Vision members in the woods to strengthen his last point. Of course, this also brought attention the group of Vision members in the woods. And he began panicking again. He takes a second and looks back up to the sky, "We'll finish this later."

He grabs his backpack and rushes further into the woodworks, hiding behind the thickest looking tree he could find. He wasn't sure on how to take on this situation, so he only peaked out the side trying to watch them. For a few minutes, the small gang just walked and searched around before moving on and out of sight. Vincent spent a few minutes and finally stepped out, slowly approaching the main trail to see no one about. He let out a sigh and started walking down the road again, keeping a sharper eye out for any Vision members. While he did, he looked back up to continue his conversation, "Now, where were we?"