After what seemed like many years, three to be exact, of being locked up in jail, Tom has become impatient and intolerant, basically he became a grouch. He has not heard anything about the two Jennys or the entire police force for that matter. No one has. He was cut off from the rest of the world. The only being he talks to is his Farfetch'd that miraculously found him after week of being in jail. His Farfetch'd brings him treats from the outside world. It is a vacation from the horrible grey glop they serve in jail. But lately Farfetch'd hasn't been paying his owner any visits. Tom is getting worried. "It shouldn't take this long to get a pen," whispered Tom to his self. Tom spent days looking out the window for his Farfetch'd. Then one afternoon it came back with a pen. "What took you?" whispered Tom. Farfetch'd wave his stick around. Tom sighed. He let Farfetch'd in and hid him under his bed. The book cart came around, and Tom got a small book about a poor farmer boy getting a Pokemon egg and all of a sudden his problems go away. When the man in the orange in blue uniform that was handing out the books was out of sight, Tom tore out a piece of paper from the book and wrote, "Help! Captured by the PP in Magma's old hideout. Help!"
Tom rolled up the paper, and pulled his Farfetch'd out from under his bed. He took off his shoe lace and tied it to Farfetch'd's foot. "I want you to take this to who ever looks worthy of rescuing me, and stay with that person until he or she gets here," whispered Tom. Farfetch'd gave Tom a weird look. "Yes I know it is farfetched Farfetch'd, but just do it!" Tom said angrily. Farfetch'd flew off, angry at Tom for yelling at him. Tom laid down on his bed, and began to read that book he tore a page out of.