You go back to White Forest, watch the tiny people in their huts and their Pokemon free at their steps. You smile, you laugh. The trees look less like ropes than before.
The children laugh, run over once-bloody and polluted soil. The clear air is heaven on your lungs after Castelia and Nimbasa and you almost dance into the trees. You call to the Pokemon who might not remember and tell them you are home at last.
They hide at first, cower before your booming voice and outstretched arms. Then, they flock. This forest welcomes you.
Next time, with everyone.