The three of them just stood there,
trying to figure out how to respond.
They hadn't been standing there very long before the voice decided to
ask again.
"Do you actually think you're
time travelers, or are you just another group of Imakuni? wannabes?"
Ash decided to answer him. Abandoning all concern about how it might
affect his life later on (that is, 20 years later, calculating from the year he
was in now), he stepped out of the alley and said, "No, we actually are
time travelers, from the year 2001. We
came here in search of the rare time traveling pokémon Celebi. Well, I guess you wouldn't know about
Celebi, it hasn't been discovered yet.
But we really are from the future!
We have proof!"
"It's true," Brock said as
he and Misty stepped out of the alley.
"He has a Pokédex that Professor Oak gave him. The Professor should be able to authenticate
it."
"I am crazy, but only about one
thing," Misty said, making Ash feel somewhat embarrassed. "I'm just crazy about water-type
pokémon!" Ash was visibly relieved.
"Oh. Well, then, I'm sure there are a lot of interesting things you
could tell me, if you really are from the future as you claim to be, but I have
something very important that I need to do, and I don't have time to talk." With that, the thirteen-year-old boy to whom
the voice belonged ran off. As he went
by, Ash had a strange feeling that he had seen pictures of the boy before. He knew that this person must be significant
somehow, but Ash didn't think that he had really changed anything by talking to
this person for a minute. He had not,
after all, told this person, whoever he was, anything important. He decided that it would be more convenient
to forget the whole incident.
Brock was about to take his own advice
and suggest that the most sensible thing to do was to visit Professor Oak when
a red-haired police officer came over to them and said, "I don't think
I've seen any of you here before. Did
you just move in?"
"No, we're pokémon
trainers," Ash exclaimed.
"You look a little young to be a
pokémon trainer. How old are you?"
"Eleven"
"Legal age is thirteen. May I see you licenses?"
The three of them handed the officer
their trainer's licenses.
"This one says it's from
Pallet," the officer said, disappointed, "but it doesn't look like any
license I've ever seen. And you two
sure aren't gym leaders. Come with
me."
