In the local Pokémon center, Mr. Artagnan was very pleased. Everything was going smoothly. Who would think that a bunch of words from a kind and naïve woman would mean thousands of Pokédollars? He liked to think that his good luck was product of the appreciation of whatever forces controlled the world. He chuckled, and took his notebook. He had to go to an appointment with his new dentist, but forgot the place. "I hope that Mr. Mason is a good dentist, or he'll be the next one to give me money". He smiled.
In the Saffron hotel, Cathy Boynton was in the lobby, talking with her Feraligatr.
-But, you know master; it doesn't hurt now, nor even a little bit! I think that it isn't necessary…
-Don't be silly, Jaws. We're going to the dentist and you'll get over it.
-But it doesn't hurt.
-Oh, stop! Earlier you had said that you couldn't sleep.
-Yeah, I didn't sleep, but maybe now my tooth is dead.
-Is that so? Now we're definitely going. This has to be the first time you have shown cowardice, Jaws. It will be over quickly.
"You say that because it isn't your tooth, master" Jaws thought.
-Besides, we're talking about Mr. Mason. He would never hurt anyone.
Hawk the Pidgeot was puzzled. His master, Hamilton Bell, seemed pretty distracted today, as if he was hiding something. He had been like that the whole morning, and was starting to get worried. Luckily, Bell was able to work efficiently, as one would expect coming from Silph Co's most recent director. At noon, Bell ascended to the roof and called Hawk. Hawk positioned himself so his master could ride him, so they could go home. When Hawk was going to take off, Mr. Bell said: -We're not going home, Hawk. Today we're going to the other side of the city; I have got an appointment with the dentist.
Mystery solved.
Lawrence Krauthammer got off his Flygon and recalled him into a Pokéball. He sighed, very annoyed. He knocked on the door and a Pawniard received him. He rubbed his newly acquired Boulder Badge –I have got an appointment with Mr. Mason. –he notified.
He had hoped that Mr. Mason would be sick or unable to attend him, but the Pawniard told him to enter. Krauthammer observed back to the entrance of the house, and saw the Pawniard training against many wooden posts. He went upstairs and sat on a chair, knowing he had to wait for a while. The room was nicely decorated, but Krauthammer thought it was too gloomy for his tastes. There was a gentleman waiting, and he looked at Krauthammer like the detective was an annoying Caterpie and he wanted to crush him with a boot. "Definitely some humans should be exterminated at the moment of their birth" Krauthammer thought. Each one of them picked a newspaper and read them, in an uncomfortable silence.
Soon the speaker sounded, calling the gentleman. He stood up and exited the room, and less than a minute later another man entered. While the newcomer was picking up one of the magazines, Krauthammer examined him. "This is an unlikable and dangerous man. A possible killer" –he thought. –"He looks more like a criminal than most of the criminals I have arrested. In that moment, the speaker sounded again, this time a different voice. –Mr Krauthammer, please come in.
Krauthammer walked towards a door on the other side of the room and entered a hall. He knocked on the second door, and without waiting any reply he entered. Mr. Mason was washing his hands in a sink on the wall.