Freedom! At last they could examine the treasure which had called out to them so longingly and burned a hole in their brains all morning. "So what's it do?" asked Eddy eagerly.
"How would I know? I haven't had a chance to look at it–"
"What about 3rd period?"
"With that nosy woman going on about aquatic mammals?" came the indignant reply. "No way, man!"
"OK, so let's see it now."
The pair retreated to the far end of the hallway, where they could converse less discretely and run no risk of meeting familiar faces. As they once again scrutinized the mechanics of the piece, Johnny's eye finally fell upon the red jewel piece. "What the heck is this?" He tried unsuccessfully to unscrew it, before finally giving up. Eddy, having grown tire of his friend's foolish escapade, looked up from his Pokéwalker, "Are you… done now?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Why? Whatcha got there, huh?" "Level 50 Pikachu." "What the– lemme see." "Why?" Eddy peered at him skeptically over the rim of his bottle green glasses.
What occurred after that, in the ensuing tussle, is nearly impossible to describe with any kind of exactitude, so bear with me. Lunging with the hand that held the glass, Johnny tried to yank the Pokéwalker away from Eddy. He was unsuccessful and the toy zigzagged helplessly, with the opponents each maintaining a firm grip.
While it can never be ascertained which one of them pushed the red button (though, surely, each would beg to differ), it can be said that the glass ended up on top of the Pokéwalker; at which point, the glass was activated.
An iridescent sparkle began to rise up, ostensibly emanating from his hand. But looking closer, Eddy saw that the true source was the glass, through which he could see the Pokéwalker, though not clearly. His mouth fell open and he gasped, quite audibly. "Oh, damn…"