It is finally light enough to see. Chris picks up his backpack and looks around. There is no sign of Mewtwo.
'I can't have lost it,' he thinks to himself. 'I can't have lost the only Mewtwo in the whole world.'
Chris puts his hand over his face, trying to take it all in. He suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder.
'What's the matter?' Paul asks. 'I thought you were going to find Mew.'
'I am,' says Chris.
'So why are you back here?' Paul asks.
'I.. I lost something,' mutters Chris.
'Was it a red jacket?' Paul asks. 'I found one here last night.'
'No,' Chris says quietly. 'It was slightly more important than that.'
'What was it?' Paul asks. 'You've gotten me really curious.'
Chris takes a deep breath. It is going to be hard to tell Paul. After all, he was the one that came up with the idea of creating Mewtwo in the first place.
'Come on Chris,' says Paul. 'Don't leave me in suspence!'
Chris sighs. 'I lost Mewtwo.'
