He awoke with a pounding headache, lying on his back. He opened his eyes slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves…he felt his arms…the cuffs were gone?

"Never fight a teleport."

Who? He tried to focus, but couldn't get anything but an orangey-brown blur.

"Easy. You've had a rough time." He spoke again, this time more quiet and calming. He sounded vaguely like the man from the speaker at the..

"Police..." he managed to say.

"No, they're gone now, Andy."

A sensation of utter relief swept over his body, and he felt his strength returning to him. It was a dream after all. But if this was a dream…who was…

"The Police have been tricked into thinking you were the perpetrator of the kidnapping. I saw it though, and I evaded the real kidnappers' psychic manipulations."

"psychic…"

"Manipulations. They used their Pokemon's psychic Powers to make the crowd see you taking the two boys away, instead of them. They also masked the spot on the ground where one of them had thrown that Pokeball, intending to come back for it. I got it though, and the one you dropped."

"OMANYTE!" Andy sprung to life. It was the strangest feeling to him, being that connected to something he had only known for a few hours, but it rejuvenated him.

"He's okay, and so's that Snorlax. I'm Johannes." Andy wiped his eyes, and could now make out the shape of the older man, who was extending his hand for Andy to shake.

"Andy." He shook the man's hand, and tried to stand up, but felt wobbly and fell backwards onto the couch.

"Take it easy. Your first teleport is always the hardest."

"What….What happened?"

"From the beginning?"

"I…Guess…"

"Well, sit back and relax. It's a long one."