Note: I do not own pokemon.
"Steven Stone," he answered, clearly thinking Sylvia was joking around.
"I don't know anyone named Steven Stone," she said hotly, fed up with the conversation.
"What?" Steven replied, bewildered.
"Uugh," she grumbled. "Good-bye,"
"Wait! Sylvia!"
He waited for her to answer, but he heard nothing.
Steven stuffed his pokenav back into his pocket, and frowned. What just happened? He lingered on the question for a few seconds, confused.
"We're here! We've arrived in Lilycove!" a man shouted, his voice intruding Steven's thoughts.
Steven looked back at the sea, the wingulls flying over the sparkling waves. He took in a deep breathe, tasting the salty sea air. Without another word, he walked off the ship, one of his hands in his pocket, fingering the pokenav.
He continued to walk until he reached the Lilycove pokemon center. Before going inside, he reached for his pokenav.
"'Ello?" someone answered. The voice had a slight british accent.
"Brendan?" Steven asked in disbelief. So much had changed in five years.
"That's right mate, it's Brendan. And who might you be?"
"It's Steven," he said, hoping Brendan would remember him.
"Oh, Steven! It's you!" Brendan shouted, the accent gone. "Sorry about earlier, you know, with the accent," he added. "Where were you for the past five years?" he asked casually.
"I was somewhere," Steven said. "What happened to Sylvia?" he asked, moving on to a different subject. "I called her earlier and she…doesn't seem to remember me,"
"Oh, about that…," Brendan's voice grew quiet.
"Yes?"
"A couple of years ago," he started to explain. "A little bit more than two years ago," he said, changing his words. "Sylvia was on a ferry, leaving the Battle Frontier and going back to Hoenn. She told me she wanted to train the Beldum you gave her. I was supposed to meet her at the dock, but…,"
There was a pause.
"But?" Steven asked.
"But the ferry never came. I found out that it sunk, and Sylvia went down with it."
Brendan paused once more, waiting for Steven to say something. He didn't say a word, so Brendan continued.
"They found her though. She was alright," Brendan said, trying to lighten the situation.
"Then why," Steven began.
"But," Brendan interrupted. "it was a few minutes before they found her underwater. Her brain didn't get enough oxygen and…she lost her memory," he finished.
"So that's why?" Steven asked, his voice only a bit louder than a whisper.
"Yeah. During the two years, I had to introduce her to the important things. Like her pokemon, her family, her friends, all over again," he said. "But there are things she did on her journey that I don't know about, that nobody knows about, because she traveled on her own. Her pokemon were the only ones with her, and they can't really explain things to her. So part of Sylvia is still blank. We tried to contact you, but you were never in the pokenav's service area,"
"Oh," Steven answered, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Where are you now?" Brendan asked, wanting to stay off the topic of Sylvia and the accident.
"Lilycove,"
"Sylvia and I are in Petalburg. Well, Sylvia went into Petalburg woods with her pokemon,"
Steven didn't reply.
"You should come here,"
"I'll meet you there," Steven mumbled, and placed the pokenav back inside his pocket.