"Darn Pikachu!"

"Where abouts are we?"

"Dunno… Some place cold."

Brandon let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed his heavy eyelids, sitting up steadily in his sleeping bag. He felt his muscles tense slightly, informing him that they didn't much care for being left in this cold. There was a time, when he could have slept in this easily. He would have laughed it off in the morning. Now, well, his body wasn't overly fond of the cold and was sure to let him know about it with a good bout of stiffness when he woke up. Yet another reminder that he was getting older. He managed to hold back a groan, as he silently, slipped out of the warm blankets. It was still dark out. Go figure, something like this was never going to happen at a reasonable time of the day. He cautiously picked up one of his pokeballs before grabbing his bag and silently slipping over to the exit of the tent.

He peered out. Only the moon served to light the surroundings. What he could make out was four figures, two humans and two pokemon poking around outside. Oh well… This wasn't the first time he'd been in a situation like this. All those years on the roads, alone or with company, yes, he had encountered troublemakers before skulking around after dark. A small smirk appeared on his face, after four days on the road, he could do with blowing off some of this steam.

"Regirock! I need your assistance!"

He shouted loudly. The pokeball flew through the air, releasing the legendary golem. He heard the shrieks of those he had surprised. Brandon was quick to follow, he leapt landing in the snow. They were unprepared good. The commotion would likely wake up his sons. Good. He didn't need the reinforcements but maybe they could learn a thing or two should they ever find themselves confronted with a similar situation.

He frowned slightly. He was more than capable of making out the large red "R" on their shirts. He knew it well. Team Rocket… Hm… Pokemon thieves. He knew them full well. A group of crooks, troublemakers by any standards. It wasn't the first time he'd encountered them. His line of work meant that he had been forced to fight those who wanted to capture ancient pokemon for their own purposes many times in the past, Pokemon Hunter J was only the most recent example. There seemed to be a meowth with them, as well as a wobboffet. Neither would be efficient against any of his regis. Although, they almost certainly would have other pokemon on standby. Best get this over with quickly then…

"Use focus punch!"

"Aw come on!" Complained the man as he watched the golem coming towards him, fist raised. "Bad enough the twerps took out the rest of our pokemon, now the pyramid fly boy's having a go!"

"Sometimes we just don't get a brake!" The meowth shouted much to Brandon's surprise.

"Instead of just standing there, why don't the two of you do something?" The woman asked the two of them. "Wobboffet use mirror coat!"

Brandon had just enough time to brace himself. The impact from the focus punch on the blue pokemon created a shockwave which threatened to knock him off his feet. Behind him, the pegs holding his tent in place gave way, sending the piece of fabric flying into the winds. He cursed silently under his breath as he forced himself to keep his eyes open and pay attention to the fight. He found himself wondering just how much the wobbuffet could take. It wasn't every pokemon which could stand up to one of his golems. His recent battle with Paul had been a good example. Even protect wasn't enough at times.

To his surprise, he found Regirock on one knee. Perhaps that was to be expected, having his attack sent right back at him couldn't have done much good. He imagined that it must have been something akin to punching a brick wall. Still, he was in better state that the wobbuffet which currently lay on the ground no doubt unable to remember what day of the week it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Paul. The lad threw one of his pokeballs into the fray, releasing Torterra. A drapion emerged from the tent next to it.

All of a sudden, the three thieves didn't look so confident any more. They didn't stand much of a chance, unless they had something truly spectacular up their sleeves and Brandon was willing to bet that given the way they were currently looking around pleadingly as if hoping something would drop out the sky and rescue them that they didn't.

"You guys alright?" Reggie asked darting out into the snow to join them.

"Fine." Brandon assured him not taking his eyes off of the crooks. "Just dealing with out guests."

"Oh no… Not these guys..." Brandon took note of his eldest son's exasperated expression.
"You know them?" The Pyramid King asked the lad, a little surprised.

He knew little about Reggie's social circle. Next to nothing as it happened. It wasn't something he had ever concerned himself with. A long time ago, he and the boys' mother had come to an agreement which they wouldn't interfere in their childrens' social lives. That being said, the idea of his eldest being acquainted with a bunch of thieves and troublemakers didn't exactly sit well with him. He might have expected it from Paul and even that would probably not have been because he considered them to be friend material (he wasn't sure if the lad even had a friend) but simply to try and make a point. From his eldest however, it came as more of a surprise. He hoped there was a good explanation.

"Not exactly..." Reggie shook his head negatively. "I've heard of them though. A few of the gym leaders have had run ins with them or so Maylene tells me. They're a bunch of thieves. You know that Ash guy? The one with the pikachu? Apparently they keep on trying to steal it but they're not very good."

"Actually-" Brandon's voice trailed off as he looked at the three of them. "I think I remember now… Hah! And here I was getting all worked up!"

Now that he knew just who these three were. He relaxed a little. He had heard from his fellow frontier brains about some of their antics. Whilst they posed something of a threat, it was more of a nuisance than an actual danger on all accounts. The Pyramid King was more than confident that he could handle this group of misfits, even without the assistance of his sons. He had faced terrors before, real pieces of work who would make this little group look like amateurs. These three now held very little concern for the ageing Frontier Brain. Instead, a little smirk appeared on his face.

"So what are we going to do with you, eh?" He asked them.
"Aw but we just blasted off!" The man complained bracing himself slightly.

"Yeah! Two blast offs in one day's not good for the health you know!" The Meowth argued.

"Blast offs?" Brandon paused for a moment before realizing what they were referring to. "Oh! That must be when you shoot off into the sky!"

He could recall seeing Ash Ketchum sending them flying just before challenging him or the final time in the Battle Pyramid. Just how these three managed to survive something like that was beyond him. In theory, the force necessarily simply to send them sky bound like that should have been enough to tear them limb from limb. That wasn't even taking into account the impact which would result from the inevitable fall. Bizarrely, they seemed to be used to it given that on all accounts, every time they were defeated they were last seen flying off towards the stratosphere. It was enough to cause Brandon to wonder if it was something that they eventually got used to.

"So what are we waiting for?!" Paul demanded stepping forwards, his Torterra preparing to launch an attack. "

"Wait a moment boy!" Brandon demanded his gaze fixed on the three crooks. "Every time you get defeated, you fly away, yes?"

"Well, pretty much..." The man exchanged uncertain glances with his comrades.

"Then it follows that if we attack you, you'll simply go flying and land somewhere else, will you not?"

"What ya gettin' at?" The Meowth asked him.

"It would be pretty much pointless for us to attack." Brandon explained both to Team Rocket and his sons. "You'd just end up somewhere else in Sinnoh and become someone else's problem."

"And that would be bad because..?" Paul questioned him.

"Responsibility, kid. About time you learned something about it." He glanced around. "We can't just let these guys go free… Either of you got a rope?"

Reggie seemed to catch on before his brother. He smiled knowingly disappearing a moment later. The Pyramid King and his youngest son kept an eye on the team Rocket trio. It was actually a lot easier to tie up the three thieves and take their pokeballs than Brandon had thought it might be. Then again, Regirock, Torterra and Drapion could be a rather good disincentive as far as mischief was concerned. They tied them to a tree, ensuring that there was no possible way that the three of them could possibly escape. It was an odd thing to have to do at 3.54 AM…

"Tomorrow, we'll take these three back down the mountain to the Sinnoh police." Brandon informed his two sons as they stood there.

"So they can't cause any more trouble…" Reggie muttered rubbing his eyes. "A great end to this camping trip."

"Come on Reggie, actually this makes the perfect ending to this trip." Paul glaring at their captives.

"I guess it makes about as much sense as anything." The eldest brother laughed slightly. "You three aren't going to give us any hassle, are you?"

"Uh..." They started looking around.

"If you do, blasting off will be the least painful activity of your evening." Brandon warned them coldly.

"No problems! It's a promise!" The pokemon declared.

A little dubious, Brandon walked over to where his tent had been. Fortunately, he still had his bag but as for the shelter itself… It was likely half way down mount Coronet by now. He let out a sigh, looking up at the night sky. It was cloudless, allowing him to see all of the stars. Apparently, he would be sleeping under them for the next few days. He heard the sound of his sons' footprints on the snow coming up behind him. The man turned around, to see them. He smiled softly, feeling the effects of having been woken up at such an ungodly hour in the morning.

"You think they'll be okay?" Reggie looked back at the thieves nervously.

"I should think so." He nodded in agreement. "They'll be a bit chilly tonight though."

"What about you? That was your tent." His eldest son told him looking out over the side of the mountain.

"I'll be fine." Brandon assured him. "It's not the first time I slept rough you know."

Actually, he was willing to bet that it would be a pretty unpleasant experience sleeping in the snow. A chilly one to be certain. With any luck, between the three of them they would be able to muster enough supplies together to be able to create some form of sleeping bag to ensure that he wouldn't risk freezing to death out in the elements. If nothing else, this was going to make for an interesting story to tell his fellow Frontier Brains. Tucker was going to have a field day with this one. He could already hear the Dome Ace now, teasing him about how he couldn't even go on a camping trip without it ending in disaster and things becoming ten times more complicated than they should have been. He could only chuckle at it himself sometimes. He had learned long ago not to be angry at the world for what it threw at him God knew, it seemed to have it out for him and his own.

"I'll share with Reggie."

The declaration caught Brandon by surprise. He turned around to face his youngest. Paul simply looked at him blankly. He knew better than to expect his son to repeat himself. It would seem that the lad hated all forms of kindness, especially when he was the one offering it. To him, it was the worst form of weakness. That was why his father found himself wondering – and hating himself for it – if the teen could have some other motivation behind the offer. He shouldn't be so sceptical where his own flesh and blood was concerned but it was truly rare that he offered to do anything for another's benefit.

"Thank you." The father muttered trying not to appear too shocked.

He got a hmph as a response. With Paul, that meant that you shouldn't push things any further. Generally, it was a noise he made when he either couldn't be bothered answering something properly or when he was doing something begrudgingly. An arrogant mark of disdain which he had developed a few years ago to both his father and brother's irritation and sometimes in public to their embarrassment. It was a habit that in the early days Brandon had tried to break him of. Of course, nothing could be done and he retained the unpleasant mannerism. Since then, the ageing Frontier Brain had reluctantly learned to roll with it.

They triple checked the ropes on Team Rocket before heading back to their tents, eager to try and make up for some of the sleep they had just lost. When the sun came up, they would have to start making their way back down the mountain and to civilisation to hand over their prisoners. The sooner they could do that the better. He didn't much like the idea of having a bunch of criminals just outside and although they seemed comparatively harmless as far as crooks were concerned, he still didn't trust them. The sooner they were out of his family's hair the better. He found himself wondering why no one had thought to put the crooks away permanently before hand. Maybe they had never had the chance…

He slept relatively well throughout the rest of the night. He lay there for a moment, the thoughts of his wife remained present in his mind as they often did. It had been so long since she had been there next to him but sometimes, he swore that she was still there. It was always after dark, when he lay in his bed - or in this case his sleeping bag - that he found himself dreaming that she was there next to him, talking about their two sons. Reggie was brilliant and Paul… He would straighten out in time and he would be wonderful. He just had to make it happen… She would remind him. Daylight chased the ghosts. It always did and he found himself painfully alone.

Morning came around. He made an effort to pull himself out of his sleeping bag despite the biting cold and the fact that his body was telling him that he still needed some sleep. He emerged into the day and found that their prisoners were still very much alive and weren't frozen in place. That was always a bonus. He didn't want to have to explain to an officer Jenny why the prisoners they had taken up in the mountain were missing some of their fingers and toes.

"You guys alright?"

"Absolutely freezing!" Somehow the man still found the strength to yell.

"Yeah! No thanks to you!" Came the woman's cry.

"It'll teach you for trying to steal from others!" Brandon answered making his way over to the fire.

"We weren't even stealing from ya'!" The Meowth argued back.

He ignored them, instead starting a small fire so as to be able to prepare breakfast. No doubt that little bout of yelling would have woken up Reggie. Paul could sleep through pretty much anything. No doubt, the two of them would wake up hungry as they always seemed to be. He remembered his wife warning him a long time ago that as soon as they had a couple of children, their food bill would go through the roof. She had been right. She was right about an awful lot of things in life… He let out a sigh, unsure what to do at the end of this. True, he had a few days ahead of him with his sons but at the end of that? What then? Would they really just go their own ways and pretend to never have known each other?

Behind him, he heard his two sons emerge from their tent. They both looked groggy. Up at least an hour too early he wagered. Some warm food would solve at least some of the problem. At their age, they should be more than capable of dealing with a somewhat disrupted night's sleep. They sat down next to him, with some garbled greetings from Reggie and the usual grumpy silence from Paul. He smiled, serving them some breakfast. The family ate in silence, trying to ignore the elephant in the room or should that be on the side of the mountain. They all knew it was going to be more difficult than it sounded to bring those three crooks to the authorities given the terrain they had to cross. It would provide them with ample opportunity to escape if they timed it right…

The only good news that losing one of the tents brought was that it was a lot faster for them to tidy everything away and Brandon suddenly found himself with quite the weight off of his back. Heading over to Team Rocket, the Pyramid King decided he had better make things clear for the thieves if they were going to avoid trouble.

"Okay… Here's how it's going to work. You three will come with us. At the slightest hint of trouble, we will make you wish you had blasted off. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." They nodded slowly. "Perfectly."

He grumbled but said nothing which they could hear. He trusted those three about as far as he could throw them. They wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of them for even a second. The Frontier Brain ran a hand through his hair. This was one hell of a way to finish their camping trip. Of course, this was no where near the end yet. There was still time for the world to subject him and his family to some more cruel twists of fate. It seemed to do it so much, he was no longer even remotely surprised any more.

"You boys ready?" He asked coming over to his sons.

"Yeah..." Reggie answered slipping his bag onto his back.

"Hey. What's with that?"

Paul drew their attention suddenly. He was standing on a ledge, looking out over the land. Brandon frowned, wondering what he could possibly have seen. It took quite a lot to surprise his youngest, which allowed the father to know that it must have been something serious otherwise he wouldn't have bothered notifying them about it. At first, he couldn't see what could have drawn his son's attention. Then, his gaze fell upon what he initially thought must have been some kind of firework display. He quickly dismissed it as being something else entirely… It was coming from one of the lakes which appeared to be nothing more as a vague puddle in the distance.

The light coming from it was intense. It must have been blinding up close. Even from where they were standing, it looked like someone had lit a second miniature sun. It disappeared after a few moments but the group on the side of the mountain remained mesmorized by it, continuing to look in the same direction, almost waiting or it to begin once more.

"Brandon… What was that?" Reggie asked coming over to him.

"I- I don't know..." He admitted keeping his gaze fixed on where the light had been.

For a few more minutes, they remained simply watching. When the spectacle failed to repeat itself, he was tempted to turn away. There were a lot of things it could have been… But something about it had felt so unearthly that he still had a few shivers. The Pyramid King cast his gaze to the sky. It was clouding over, hardly surprising but the speed at which the temperature was dropping was something which did concern him rather a lot more. Something's wrong… He realized, he could feel it deep in his bones and this place which had been so peaceful and serene was no longer a good place to be. Instantly, his thoughts came back to his sons.

"We need to get off of this mountain!" He declared trying to shake his sons into action. "Now!"

They nodded, visibly a little shaken. Before any of them could start moving however, another bright light appeared. What on Earth was going on? Brandon could only stare. From this distance, they couldn't make out anything. It was all just brightness from where they were standing. Whatever was going on down there though… He could sense that it was something dangerous, something powerful. He found himself thinking back to when Pokemon Hunter J had attacked Regigigas, back then as well things had felt as if they were going south. The light died down and once more all seemed to be tranquillity, at least for a moment or so.

"There's something up with the lake…" Reggie noted looking lost. "The surface looks all-"

Brandon knew what his son meant. There seemed to be some great gaping hole in the middle of it. Could it be a whirlpool? It was hard to conceive how one of those could form in an apparently usually still body of water. What he wouldn't give for some binoculars (although he doubted they would be able to let him see far enough). Whatever was going on down there, it was truly out of this phenomena lasted for a few more moments before abruptly stopping. Everything suddenly became very still and silent. It lasted for a few seconds, no longer.

At that moment, all hell seemed to be unleashed.

A strong freezing wind began to blow and the sky clouded over, instantly blocking out the sun. With the darkness came a blizzard. The snowfall seemed to multiply in an instant. Brandon braced himself as best as he could. He knew that the weather could turn suddenly. In the blink of an eye, it could go from warmth and sun to absolutely bucketing down. In some places, he would have expected it. The side of the mountain was potentially one such treacherous area where things could change in an instant but the Pyramid King had been around a bit.

Sometimes, he wondered if he hadn't lived the life he had and seen the things that he had seen, if he would be a bit less superstitious. Naturally, he suspected that he would be. An explorer who hadn't dabbled with the supernatural wouldn't assume that it could be the cause of a storm like this. With what he had just seen however, Brandon naturally found himself wondering if it could be the cause of this sudden change in the weather. There were other times better suited for pondering what was going on. Now, it was imperative that they react to it.

"Come on!" He shouted so as to be heard over the storm. "We need to get further down!"

"I think I just saw an explosion!" Paul informed them, still looking away from the lake. It was a wonder that he could still see it.

"Move lad!" Brandon gently pushed the boy along, trying to shake him out of his stupor.

Paul shrugged him off in an instant but at least started to move. It was almost an afterthought which caused the Pyramid King to go back for their captives who had already began to be buried by the snow. He untied the rope which kept them together, pushing them along. The blizzard had gotten so severe that it was barely possible to make out anything. He could barely even stand. Leaning forwards into the wind, Brandon found himself gradually beginning to lose the feeling in his fingers and toes.

They were dressed or prepared for this. The weather shouldn't be this violent at this time of the year. Had Reggie suggested this expedition in the winter or when a storm was forecast then his father would have either called him insane and stopped him from going or ensured that they had the right clothes and equipment for it. As it was, he couldn't see anything. The snow was blinding and the sudden plummeting temperature had lead the mercury to drop far below what their clothes were far from adequate.

"This is no good!" He called out over the storm. "We need to get out of this storm! This way!"

They found some shelter in the form of a cave. It was enough to shelter them from the storm. The group dumped their bags and caught their breath content at no longer being exposed to the weather. Huddling in there looking out at the snow, it all seemed to be a veil of complete white. The winds whistled through the cracks in the rocks. The air temperature wasn't any better than it had been but at least they weren't out there in the worst of the blizzard.

There was a certain feeling of being lost as they sat there, staring out into the abyss. Something about this storm was decidedly oppressive and Brandon was willing to bet that it wasn't going to let up any time soon. He sat down on a rock, looking out into the weather front and weighing up their options. As he saw it, they didn't have all that many, barely any at all actually. Letting out a grave sigh, the man ran a hand through his hair trying to remove some of the snow which had settled there.

"Well this is just great!" Paul declared throwing himself down in a corner of the cave. "What the hell was all that stuff?!"

"I don't know." Brandon confessed shaking his head. "Nothing good at any rate."

"Do you think they're linked?" Reggie asked settling down next to his brother.

"Almost certainly." The Pyramid King agreed.

"So now what?" His youngest demanded.

"We stay put." Brandon instructed glancing back out at the blizzard. "We don't have the clothes for this sort of weather or the supplies. If we continue on, there's a good chance we'll get ourselves killed. We'll have to wait it out."

It wasn't an appealing option. He would have liked to tell his sons just how they were going to make it down the mountain and out of the storm. As he saw it, there was no safe way of doing so however. Had he been alone, he might have tried something but the idea of either of his boys attempting the descent in these conditions struck him as utterly terrifying. They had neither the experience or perhaps the skill to make their way down. That was to say nothing of the three prisoners they'd taken. There was no way they were making it down Mount Coronet. He could have tried to make it by himself and come back for them later but he didn't trust any of them to stay put for more than a few minutes.

That left them suck here and potentially for quite some time. The storm could pass over relatively quickly. On the other hand, it could last for days. He was far from sure that they would have enough supplies to last that long. There was also almost no chance of them being able to call for help with a blizzard like that out there. Thankfully, people knew they were up here. Samuel and maybe even that gym leader friend of Reggie's would start to wonder and worry if they were gone for too long.

"And just how long do you think this could last?" Paul questioned irritation marking his voice already.

"A while." Brandon replied letting out a sigh. "In truth, I don't think this storm is entirely natural. We might be trapped here until whatever it was which caused it is put right."

"That's going to be difficult with the supplies." Reggie told him looking decidedly nervous.

"We'll cope." The Pyramid King promised his sons.

They spent what must have been the rest of the morning and quite possibly a chunk of the afternoon in that cave. Time became somewhat meaningless as they sat there, trapped. They could have checked their watches but it was a curious thing, none of them did. It was as if the passing minutes and hours all just merged into each other. Even hunger failed to affect them as it should have. Lunch seemed to just pass by without any of them actually missing it. The falling temperature didn't do them any good either as Brandon found himself instinctively curling up into a ball to keep warm.

At about 4 o'clock, Reggie decided it would be best if they at least tried to eat something. With no wood, they were forced to rely on Paul's magmar to cook it. Amazingly, nobody ended up charred to a crisp or even moderately singed. The food also was somehow not utterly burnt. Brandon would have to give his son at least some credit, although he might sometimes struggle to control himself, there was no doubt that his pokemon were well-trained to say the least. One day, there was little doubt in his mind, that the young trainer would be capable of rivalling with his father, maybe even surpassing him, if he learned to keep that temper of his in check and to not get so darned emotional about some things.

"Hey..." Reggie glanced over his shoulder towards Team Rocket. "They look hungry."

"You can't be serious..." Paul muttered with disgust.

"I'm not letting them starve Paul!" His elder sibling snapped.

"You're too soft." Brandon grumbled giving the crooks a glance.

Despite his words, he shovelled some of the food he had left from his plate onto that of his eldest son. Paul hesitated a moment, looking from one to the other before letting out one of his regular "hmph"s and reluctantly giving away a portion of his own meal as well. Reggie smiled gratefully before heading over to the three Team Rocket members huddling in a corner for warmth. It was true that they weren't exactly dressed for the weather. What manner of idiots were this trio? They were fortunate to still be alive and to have landed with such a kind and considerate individual as the pokemon breeder, had it just been the Pyramid King and his youngest son, they would likely have gone hungry.

"You'll have to share." Reggie informed them handing the Meowth the plate. "We've not got a lot of plates."

"Thanks…" The group muttered in unison visibly a little surprised.

He came back to sit down with the rest of his family. Unsurprisingly, Paul made a point of ignoring him. Brandon could only roll his eyes. It really was a wonder that his eldest didn't get walked all over by people taking advantage of his good nature. He wasn't entirely foolish the man supposed but still. Showing sympathy towards criminals was something that the ageing Frontier Brain had trouble wrapping his head around. Yet that and similar types of kindness seemed to come so naturally to him, he didn't even appear to think about it. Neither had his mother… Brandon thought to himself as he thought back to the woman.

Reggie sat next to him, looking into his bag. The lad's face fell a little no doubt realizing just how bad their situation potentially was. He tried to hide it from his sibling as best as physically possible. When he turned towards his father, the man simply nodded slowly, silently telling him that he was aware that this was in no way a good situation.

A few hours later, the storm was still raging. Brandon sat with his head resting against some of the rocks of the cave as he starred out into the whiteness. They weren't going anywhere soon… The sound of chattering had been irritating him for quite some time now. He shot a glare behind him to look at the three Rocket goons snuggling together for warmth but unable to stop themselves from shivering. Exasperated, he got to his feet and grabbed a blanket from his bag one of the only three they had left. He threw it over the group discourteously. They nodded gratefully. He simply rolled his eyes, some of Reggie's softness must have been rubbing off on him. Grabbing a blanket, he went back to where he had been sitting moments before.

"You three try anything. You'll regret it." He warned them before settling back down.

He pulled his own blanket up over his shoulders in an attempt to keep himself sheltered from the elements. He let out a heavy sigh before his gaze travelled over to his two sons. They were sleeping a little further away inside of the cave. For the first time in a while, the two of them were close. Reggie had his arm around his sibling, keeping him close. His heart hadn't quite decided if it was going to be warmed or if it was hurting. It was probably a bit of both. They should have been like that more often. They should always have been that close at at ease with each other. He couldn't help but feel that he should shoulder some of the blame for the wedge which had been driven between his family.

As he grew older, he found his patience with his sons both growing and becoming more limited. Reggie was a good lad. He had his faults, they all did but for the most part, he was proud of him. Paul of course… Well… The fact was that for many years now, Brandon hadn't know what to think or make of the boy. He was a kid which such obvious potential, not just in pokemon training but he was so driven that the man firmly believed that he could do whatever he put his mind to. Unfortunately, his temper and general attitude to life served to make half the people who bumped into him hate him.

He found himself closing his eyes, seeking sleep. They had nothing else to do and so had better make up for the rest they had lost due to Team Rocket's arrival. His wife's image always came back to him as he found himself drifting off. God she would hate him if she saw him now... He told himself before falling asleep.