Harry grew up in a small town in the Horseshoe Plains. Most of the town's income came from farming. Harry's parents moved out of the town after Harry graduated. He stayed in town for detective school and, honestly, to continue seeing Tamara.
Once the bus arrived, Harry went straight to his ex-mother-in-law's house. She owned a small Rapidash farm on the edge of town. She made most of her money off of breeding fire-type Pokemon.
Harry knocked on the door. Pikachu was sitting on his left shoulder. Gertrude opened the crickety old door. She gave him a friendly smile. That took Harry by surprise. He hadn't seen her since he left for Rhym. They had called a few times, specifically when something major happened in Tim's life, but this was their first time being face to face in over two decades. "Well," she said. "Look what the Meowstic dragged in."
"Hello, Ms. Newbery," Harry said.
"You married my daughter and fathered my grandson," Gertrude said. "We're beyond formalities. I wish you told me you were coming. I would have made coffee and snickerdoodle cookies."
"You remember," Harry said.
"Of course I do," Gertrude said. "Before every bake sale, I'd save you a few."
Harry gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry that I don't have much time to reminisce," Harry said.
"I saw the news," Gertrude said. "Christopher is out of jail? I thought he was put in a maximum-security place."
"The jail is under investigation," Harry explained. "I'm revisiting my past with him. I was wondering if you still have some of my journals from my time in detective school."
"I have a few in the attic," she answered. "Please come in. I'll fix you some coffee and get you those journals."
He stepped inside. "I know I kept a few," Gertrude said. "Just in case Tim ever wanted to read them. How is he? He does call occasionally, but I haven't seen him since he moved. Well, I know what happened-"
"Tim was doing fine," Harry said. "I'm sure he's told you about his girlfriend. Lucy Stevens, she works for CMN?"
"I love her articles," Gertrude answered. "She hasn't made one in a while."
"Yeah," Harry said. "Ever since the Pokemon day parade, she has been on TV."
"Good for her," Gertrude said. "Why are we still talking on the porch? Come in. I'll make you some coffee and get you those journals."
The cell door swung over. Christopher entered with a needle. Eevee coward in Tim's lap. "What is that?" Tim asked.
"You'll see," Christopher said. He then injected the serum into Tim's arm. For a moment, nothing happened. That Tim fell over in agony. Every punch and kick now felt a million times worse.
"Eevee," the Pokemon shouted in protest.
"Shut up," Christopher said. Tim felt a liquid drip from his ankle. He looked down and saw a knife cutting deep into his ankle. The crimson liquid was streaming down his foot. The knife was yanked out right before the ankle was severed. Christopher then stormed out of the cell. Tim could no longer take the pain and passed out.