The massive bee-like Pokémon deposited the boy inside the tree hollow. The hollow was big enough to fit perhaps half of their picnic table from back at camp, inside of. The boy hits the solid bottom of the tree hollow. It perhaps went deeper down into the tree but it was filled with various sorts of compacted sediment, and looked as though other Pokémon had lived there in the past. It didn't at all look like a bee's nest. But there were the beginnings of conical shapes around the floor of the hollow as if the Beedrill had only just begun the hive.

He winces when he hits the floor and scrapes his artificial legs up closer to his body. He reaches back to touch his hip on instinct and then consciously goes to check his legs to make sure they're alright. He looks around at his surroundings and then up toward the large bee-like creature. "Is this your home, mister Beedrill?" He asked.

-Of course, to no reply.

Ash could see the beginnings of the honey comb. They were in a recognizable, hexagonal shape already. He knew now that he was right. Beedrill must have mistaken him for another Beedrill... or has no concept of the boundaries between their two species. Why that was, he couldn't tell.

He slowly brings himself up to his feet. It's difficult for him but not at all impossible. The boy glances around and smiles wide for the bug. "HHhHhEy you got a pretty nice place here. I would move into a bee hive myself but my mom said no ; It's either an apartment without a girl roommate or I'm buyin' me a house." The boy carried on a conversation with the silent bug creature.

He goes over to the opening on the front of the hollow which was about three feet / more than half Ash's own height, above the floor. Peeking out, he realizes the tree he's in is immensely tall. The tree is long, straight, and has almost no branches below the hollow's opening. The ones that do exist are few and far between if not on opposite sides of the tree. There was no jumping out, or climbing out onto a branch. He might as well be glancing down a sharp cliff edge.

He supposed he'd wait for his friends to catch up then. He'd heard Noctowl a little while ago but he couldn't see or hear anything now. "Your place has a nice view, too, mister Beedrill. But it looks like I'm gonna have to go. My friends are probably worried about me." He said as he looked back at the blankly staring insect. "You can come with me if you want." He said as he looked back out of the hollow for his friends. Patiently waiting on them.

"You don't understand! Our friend is back there! .. He got carried away by Beedrill. We have to catch them before he ends up hurt!" Misty tried to reason with the man at the gates.

He shook his head and gestured to the kids with his hands. "I'm sorry but this section of the National Park is closed." He continued, "It will not be open until the Bug Catching Contest on Tuesday."

"But all we're doing is trying to save our friend. Surely you can open the gates for us just this once." Brock reasoned

"No. Can. Do~ We've had people come in drugging the bug Pokémon population before to ensure their scores and because of people like this we have strict regulations on this section of the park."

"I'm sorry," Brock interrupted, "This is REALLY important. Our friend could be in serious danger right now. And believe me, we're not here to mess with the contest. We just need to get through here. It would only take a second."

"I'm not the gate keeper, I'm "the fence watcher." If you want this gate unlocked you might want to talk to the Mayor of Goldenrod. I don't even have the keys."

"Then let us climb over the fence." Misty insisted.

"You're either confronting the authorities for the keys or I'm calling the authorities." The fence's guard stated.

Ash goes and scoots to the back of the area when he notices Beedrill beginning to chew bark off the inside of the tree. He studies it as it chews the bark into a fine paste and then begins adding onto it's individual combs. He's starting to wonder what happened to his friends. It's maybe been eleven to fifteen minutes since he'd disappeared into the tree with Beedrill. He could have sworn that he heard Noctowl just outside the tree-it could be possible Noctowl didn't see where he went..

Sitting with his knees to his chest for a few minutes more, watching the Beedrill build it's nest half-heartedly and then back to the wall again as he guesses at what's going on. It's possible Noctowl and the others are still catching up... or that they never came looking and called Noctowl back.. but that wasn't characteristic of them. Whatever the case was, if he stayed hidden they wouldn't find him, so he got back up and headed over to the opening of the hollow.

He gently -or as gently as he can, steps over the empty honey combs. Grabbing onto the bottom of the tree's opening, he glances down at it and then tries to climb up onto it. He wanted to sit on the edge of the hollow's opening so he could more easily be seen from the ground. But the wall to the edge of the hollow went almost to his collarbone. Being short was not helping him at all. He wraps his arms around the edge of the hollow and begins trying to climb up out of it. His prosthetic feet, scraping at the bark on the inside of the tree. There's simply nothing to gain leverage with.

He claws at the inside of the tree with his metal feet several more times before something hits his conscious-two months ago, he was in the exact same situation. Up to his collarbone, kicking relentlessly at the inside of a dark, rounded area. He quickly tries to shake the imagery of his head by looking behind him.. scanning his eyes over the face of the same Beedrill as before-he feels his heart sink a little and quickly looks back out of the tree as yet another attempt to free himself of this imagery. Catching sight of the sky through the holes in the leaves above. They almost layer over with the sight of the sky from inside the temple, through the holes that had caved in from the ceiling. Starting to feel ill, the boy exhales in a rather sigh-like huff and loosens his grip up on the tree a little. His neck started to feel cold while his hands from the wrists down started to tremble and feel much hotter.

He began to sweat and swallowed in order to help ease the sick feeling-that could probably be attributed to how high up he was if he were at all known for being afraid of heights.. which he wasn't. But as he swallowed, the odd feeling in his throat from his hospital visits returned. The boy shut his eyes for whatever reason he felt was necessary. In some very mild form of a panic attack, the boy slipped from consciousness.