"Pika," the yellow pokemon said. That snapped Harry awake. It was now five in the morning. Harry had managed two hours of sleep. One of his old journals was open in front of him. He hadn't found anything that could lead him to his son.
"Thanks, Chu," Harry murmured. His phone was flooded with texts and missed calls. Most of them were from Lucy. She works for CMN. After covering the events after Harry's disappearance last year, she made her way up in the journalling world. Of course, an escaped convict fleeting with a hostage would make the headlines.
He sent her a text, promising to call her later. He then continued reading through his old notes. "Nothing," Harry shouted. "This is the last one I have. The rest must be-"
When Harry had just married his deceased wife, they lived with her mom. They lived with her for about a year after the incident. She might have some of his school stuff in her attack. She might have thrown it out, but it was worth a try.
He hadn't returned to his hometown in over a decade. Not since Tamara's funeral. The town held too many memories. However, he had to try this. If it could help him find his son, then it would be worth it.
"Come on, Pikachu," Harry whispered. "Let's go home."
Tim finally had a moment to himself. He was locked in a small cell. He had the start of a black eye on his left eye. His ribs were also throbbing. There was a small window in the cell. He could it was the early mourning.
He saw a small form come from the shadows. A young Eevee came from the shadows. "How did you get down here?" Tim asked. He picked up the small Pokemon. He laid it on his stomach. "Are you trapped down here?"
He could see the Pokemon's ribs. He wished he had something to give it. "I'll get you out of here," Tim said. "The two of us will make it out. Then we'll find your trainer. They're probably worried sick."
Tim hadn't found his pokemon yet. He had gone searching with Lucy a few times. Yet, he had never made his connection. He did spoil his father's Pikachu and Lucy's Psyduck occasionally. He couldn't wait to find his own Pokemon.
He stroked the Eevee's back. The door slowly opened.