Tory felt naturally tired and thought it must have been night time outside. He stumbled over a rock and fell. The air was noticeably warmer where he was but the ground was cold. "This is odd," he said to himself. He got up and rounded a corner. He had walked into another warmer spot. A couple hundred meters away, flashes of light were reflecting off the wall. Tory broke out into a run to see if it was anybody. He rounded another corner, and saw Gertrude and her Ninetails burning everything in sight. A group of native Pokemon was running away as Gertrude pointed at them and her Ninetails blasted a ball of fire at them. Tory took a moment to savor the hot air around him, before he spoke up.
Gertrude turned and was about to point at him to be set on fire, but she lowered her hand. She looked ten times worse than he Tory had last seen her. She didn't have any shoes on, and what remained of her fur coat were scraps of cloth resting on her shoulders. Gertrude glared at him. "Where are you headed?" he asked.
"I am trying to find that weasel we call Henry," she spat. She turned around and pointed at a rock. Ninetails blasted fire at it.
"Well, he is headed towards the exit. We should too," he suggested.
Gertrude turned around and stared at him. "We don't know where the exit is," she said.
"Yes, but it isn't this way. I've been down here before," said Tory. It did seem pretty familiar to him. Gertrude ignored him and continued to walk, pointing at everything that moved. Tory followed in silence only to keep warm. If he strained his ears, he could hear faint chanting over the noise of the fire. "Wait a minute," he whispered, "I know that noise." Gertrude had turned the corner and Tory ran just in time to see the Slowpoke, who were playing Slow, Slow, Poke, run away from the fire in fright. "What are you doing?!" he cried. "You can't just go around setting things on fire, especially the Pokemon!"
"Watch me," she snarled. Tory grabbed her wrist and directed her through the cave. She put up a fight for a good few minutes, and even threatened to set him a blaze, but she eventually grew tired and gave up. After about a long hour of dragging Gertrude around, he thought he was actually making progress.
"Are we there yet?" asked Gertrude.
"No."
"Now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"No!! Will you stop asking? Don't you have eyes? Can't you see if there is the exit or not?" Gertrude became too quiet for Tory after that. They continued to search the cave for the exit. Gertrude's Ninetails, which was obediently by Gertrude's side, stopped to sniff the ground, and growled.
Gertrude wriggled free from Tory's grip. "What is it?" she said. Ninetails pawed at something hovering slightly above the ground. Gertrude picked it up. "Oh, it's only string," she said with a slight laugh with hints of insanity hidden in it. Suddenly, the ceiling came down in gigantic boulders. Tory dove out of the way and pulled Gertrude with him. Smaller boulders bounced past their heads. When the boulders stopped falling, Tory and Gertrude got up.
"It was a trap," stated Tory.
"It must have been set up by the native," said Gertrude. "He's been trying to ruin everything."
"Well come on, let's try and dig our way out of here. I thought I saw some light at the end of the tunnel." Tory started to throw rocks he could lift pass his head.
Gertrude snorted. "This is not a job for me, it is for Pokemon." She threw a Pokeball in front of her and her Persian appeared. It immediately started digging with its front paws. It was joined by Gertrude's Ninetails.
Tory climbed the pile of rocked and threw a loose stone down. He peered through the hole and saw a light. "Hey, I did see the end. Come on; dig, so we get out of here faster."