After listening to the message and Melanie's outburst, the group had decided to salvage anything that would be useful from the ship or anything of their own that was not destroyed by water. Tory's room was almost completely submerged so taking any of his possessions was useless. However, Gertrude's suite was barely wet, and it took almost an hour for her to decide, and another hour for her to lug it out of the wrecked cruise liner. By then, the storm had cleared, leaving damp, frigid air. Tory hopped down from the deck onto a slippery rock, and onto another until he was on the Seafoam Islands. A fine mist blew from the ocean onto Tory. He looked up at the others who had not yet gone down. Tory nodded and Gertrude was the next to go down. Gertrude dropped her bags first. Then she tried to be as graceful as Tory was with coming down, but she quickly ended up on her hind quarters. She let out a frustrated sigh, and slid the rest of the way down. Her fur coat was totally damaged by the water and Gertrude's pretentious attitude was now diminished and she exaggerated the helpless pauper image that had befallen her.
When she hit the ground she began to cry. "You've got to be kidding me," Tory said to himself. He grabbed her arm and stood her up right. Melanie was the next to come down. Once she was down, Henry came down. He almost slipped a few times, but ended up getting down without falling. "I guess we go in the cave," said Tory. Henry nodded. They walked up to the cave. Tory was glad to be away from the freezing mist. His clothes were damp and he could see his breath. He thought going in the cave would warm him up. He was wrong. They entered and the temperature dropped at least five degrees. All four of them were shivering. Gertrude whimpered. They continued to walk deeper into the cave. The light that came through the entrance was almost gone. Henry reached for his Pokeball, trying to get some more light in from a Pokemon he had, but he took a wrong step and the ground broke apart and swallowed him whole. "Henry!" screamed Tory. There was a splash. "Henry, are you okay?" There was a red beam of light that shapened into a Pokemon.
"Yah, it seems to be a subterranean lake down here," called back Henry. "Just keep going. I will try to catch up with you."
"Okay," said Tory.
Gertrude looked like she was on the verge of her breaking point. She was trying to hold back screaming, but she didn't do a good job of it. "We are all going to die! With out the professor we stand no chance of survival."
"I told you so," said Melanie.
"Hey, let's not get out of control," said Tory. "We should do what Henry says."
"Oh, let's take advice from some snot brained kid," said Gertrude. "Well I won't." She walked off into the darkness.
Tory and Melanie stared as she left them. When her footsteps were out of earshot Tory turned to Melanie. "And then there were two."
They walked throughout the cave for hours. Tory kind of hoped the exit would be close, but he knew they were not likely to get out tomorrow. Tory had brought out his Magcargo for some light. The little flames shooting out of its shell wasn't enough, but Melanie didn't seem to care. In fact, Melanie didn't seem to care much about anything. After asking a question, Tory turned around when no response came. No one was there. A chill ran up Tory's spin. He turned around and said, "Magcargo, stop." Magcargo stopped and turned its head to see what the problem was. "We lost Melanie." Magcargo didn't seem to care and kept on going. Tory ran over to it and picked it up. "We will look for her," said Tory, slightly annoyed at it.
They searched the cave, calling her name. But no one responded. After twenty minutes, Tory gave up. He turned around and said to Magcargo, "Let's go." He put it back on the ground and Magcargo continued.
Tory didn't like being alone in a cave. He always felt as if someone was watching him. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if any one or thing was. But he couldn't see past the darkness. Time passed and this time, he was certain something was following him when he heard footsteps other than his own. He stopped. They stopped. Magcargo kept going. He started. They started. Magcargo kept going. He stopped. They stopped. Magcargo kept going.
Tory ran up to Magcargo and picked him up. Tory spun around and threw Magcargo. Magcargo wailed as it flew through the air. But when it landed, the faint glow from its shell revealed a cone shaped Pokemon. "Snorunt," it proclaimed. It created an icy wind that seemed to affect Magcargo more than him. It wasn't long until Tory knew what it was doing. "Magcargo, us Rock Throw," said Tory. A few rocks lifted in the air and were hurled towards the Snorunt. Snorunt squealed and flew backwards. It got up again and blew snow at Magcargo. "Magcargo, Body Slam." Magcargo slammed its body into Snorunt, causing it to fly into the darkness, squealing in defeat.
"Good job," said Tory. "Let's get move on before we encounter some more Pokemon. Not that we couldn't handle it, but I want to get out of here as soon as possible." Magcargo agreed. They continued to walk. After about an hour, Tory decided to sit down and take a brake. "Hey, do you think you could intensify your fire and warm me up?" Magcargo obeyed and Tory warmed his hands. "Thanks." He shifted into a comfortable position for sleeping. "Do you think you can take on the night shift?" he asked. Magcargo nodded. "Thanks." Tory rested his head, and Magcargo kept watch for the rest of the time Tory was asleep.