Tom wasn't much of a swimmer. He had had let his Dewgong do the swimming for him. His strokes must have looked like a seizure to the nearly dead people he was swimming by. There were a lot of bodies in the water. Tom hadn't noticed that there was this many people working at the same time he was. Once or twice Tom would have had to beat a dead body out of his way.
Tom was almost out of breath. He swam up to the ceiling and punched a ceiling panel out. He stuck his head through the hole and took another deep breath. He submerged his head in the water. He was almost to the doorway. He swam through it and almost immediately he was attacked by a Goldeen. Its horn jabbed him in the arm. Blood spread through the water.The Goldeen swam away and then came back.It jabbed its horn into Tom's leg. He kicked at the Goldeen and it swam away. His breath was almost out again. Tom didn't want to turn back to the prison, so he continued through the construction site. He swam through the hole; it was much larger than when Tom recalled it to be.
Tom couldn't carry on anymore, he was tired and weak. He looked around, everything was getting darker. It gotdarker until it couldn't possible get darker anymore. Tom had a feeling like he was flying, soaring above everything else, but it wasn't exactly flying, it was more like floating. Floating like a candy wrapper in an up draft. He was drifting higher and higher into the heavens, having no control as to when he will stop. He could feel it, he was almost in space. Higher and higher until he was, he was in space, the final frontier. He reached out a hand. There was no air… or water. His eyes shot open and coughed out water.
All of a sudden he could breathe again. By his side he saw a Dewgong and his Farfetch'd. "Dewy?" he said. The Dewgong nodded. Tom jumped up and hugged his Dewgong. "Thank you for saving my life," he said. Dewgong backed up and nodded towards a guy bending over the water. Tom recognized him as the ill man. Tom walked over to the ill man. He was vomiting in the water.
The ill man looked up. "Hi," said the ill man, "I am George, I saved your life. Please excuse me; I think I caught a nasty virus. I also think that Dewgong over there is yours. It started to follow me when I was swimming with you to the surface."
"Thank you," said Tom. He wanted to throw him a party for saving his life, helping him escape, and finding one of his Pokemon.
"Oh, it's nothing," said George. "We better get going, a hurricane is supposed to be coming. It will barley miss us, but it is supposed to hit Lilycove City hard. So why don't we head into Mossdeep City."
Tom looked at the sky. It was getting cloudy, and odd formations of clouds were forming in the distance. "I have to get to Lilycove City, I am meeting someone there, right Farfetch'd? Farfetch'd nodded.
"Ok, but you should really wait," persuaded George.
"I have to leave now,"said Tom
"Ok, then bye," said George
"Bye." Then George went into Mossdeep City. Tom climbed on Dewgong's back and headed for Lilycove City. The winds were getting stronger. Farfetch'd flew ahead of them. When they arrived on the beach in Lilycove City, It was raining hard and the winds were even stronger.