Chris walks along, still feeling awful about losing Mewtwo. Now, the only thing he can do is hope to find Mew before Paul does. With a sigh, Chris takes out his pokeball containing Ninetales.
'Nintetales, come out,' he says. The ball opens and in a flash of red light, his loyal pokemon appears. It barks and starts walking alongside Chris. Chris forces himself to smile. He feels much better with Ninetales as company.
'Don't think you're going to find Mew!' says a voice. Chris turns and sees Paul.
'Go away, Paul!' says Chris. 'I'm busy.'
'Oh, you're going to be very busy if you think you're going to get that pokemon,' says Paul. 'You don't even havy any idea where it is.'
'Neither do you,' Chris mutters. 'We're equal.'
'Oh, don't I?' Paul taunts. 'As a matter of fact I'm on my way to getting Mew right now.'
'Sure you are,' says Chris, hoping that Paul is lying. 'I managed to get it last time, I'll be able to get it this time.'
'No you won't,' says Paul. 'Because this time it's running away from you. It knows you're out to get it. And don't think it's forgotten what we did to it.'
Chris stops and thinks about this. Paul was right, Mew wouldn't have forgotten how they treated it. Mew would hate Chris just as much as it hated the others. It had no way of telling that Chris meant well.
'Leave me alone, Paul,' says Chris. 'We're meat to both be looking for Mew, so go away and start looking. Unless you're following me to try and grab it just as I find it!'
'I wouldn't reduce myself to that level!' laughs Paul. 'Well then, good luck. You'll be needing it.'