Only two more chapters before Quil finally gets back to the task he was assigned to. And I know it's been forever. So just bare with me and survive another two. In the mean time, enjoy this chapter!

Freedom seemed so close, yet I hadn't realized how far it was. I didn't even remember how I even got in where I am now. All I knew was that I was in this completely confusing, closed space air box, crawling around aimlessly with no idea which way I was going. I didn't even know which way was out. I had hoped that I would just crawl right on through and end up outside. But things just went downhill as I ended up in this air box.

I stopped at a certain point and tried thinking of which way I wanted to go. Three directions. Left, right, or straight? I decided to pick left and continued to crawl. The wind blew all around, so I was unable to find the exit a lot sooner than I had hoped.

I eventually crawled to this metal see-through thing, the same square object that I had opened up to crawl into this place in the first place. I looked down to see Nurse Chansey and several other nurses running around frantically. I grinned, knowing exactly who they were looking for.

"Did you find him?" a nurse asked another.

"Not yet," the other nurse said. "It's impossible. That Cyndaquil couldn't have just disappeared. There weren't any windows for him to climb out from. And even if there were, he wouldn't be able to get very far what with that cast on his foot."

I glanced back at the thing that was covering my foot that looked like a big, white foot itself. So this thing was called a cast. I turned my attention back to the see-through square object to find that the nurses were already gone. So, I carefully climbed over the see-through thing, afraid that if I stood upon it, it would swing open and I would fall.

I was careful to gently lower the cast down once I was completely over. I huffed heavily. The wind was making it a bit difficult to breathe. And then there was the swelling throat. Just about everything about me spelled disaster.

Unfortunately, as I went to move, I somehow lost my footing and I collapsed, making a sort of banging noise. I then heard someone say, "What was that?"

A moment of silence went by before someone else yelled, "He's in the vents!"

I immediately got up and began crawling a bit faster. It was only a matter of time before they came in after me. And there was no way I was going to have my foot cut open and be operated on. I was already in enough pain.

"Come on!" someone yelled. "Find a vent and go after him."

Now I was really panicking. I stopped at another three way decision and went straight this time. I was now in a race to escape the dreaded place I was in and the nurses that were coming to get me. I made a left, being that was the only way this air box went and came upon a dead end.

I turned around and went back, this time heading to the right I should have went, only now it was on my left. That got me thinking that if you went straight when you should have went right, then you turned around and went to the left that was right, then what was that called when one went right that was now your left?

Wow that really hurt my brain. I decided to push that aside to think about later as I too yet another left and saw an opening up ahead.

"I think I heard something," I heard someone said. "I think it came from over here."

That was fast. They were already in the air box. I hurriedly crawled towards the opening, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Freedom was just in front of me. Or so I thought. I stopped right in front what I thought was freedom.

O.K. Here's how it is. I could actually see the outside now, just barely. There were only two problems to getting out into it. One, there was a bigger see-through object in front of me. And two, there was something just as big as it that was spinning around and around. So even if I did manage to break the big square see-through open, there was the matter of the spinning object behind it.

I hung my head low, knowing that escape was impossible. Perhaps I should just go back and accept my fate. I just seemed to do so well in getting myself captured by just about everything that moved.

I slowly turned around and began making my way back to the area I was sitting in before I made a plan of escape. Of course, I was probably going to end up running into one of the nurses searching the vents. And so to speak, one came running around the corner, screeching to a halt as he spotted me.

This nurse was only a pup. His fur was gray as well as his bushy tail. But his muzzle was black.

"There you are," he barked. "You've caused us quite some trouble. Now march right back to the room."

I nodded my head as I went towards him. Suddenly, he disappeared from sight. At first, I thought he fell through the air box. But then I realized that it was in reverse. I was the one who fell through, not realizing that I was sitting upon one of those see-through objects. All I could feel was wind passing me by as I fell.

I expected to land on the cold, hard ground below me. But instead, I landed on something soft and warm. The good part about it was, my foot was uninjured. Only my upper part of the body was. It was a bit of a soft crash landing, but it still hurt.

I immediately rolled over and looked up to see a huge yellow pokemon with black stripes and two antennas on his head running towards me. I somehow could tell that he was a lightning type from the way his antennas sparked.

"I see him!" he yelled. "I got him!"

He suddenly tripped and fell against the thing I landed on. The next thing I knew, I was moving, only I wasn't really walking or crawling. The object I was on seemed to be traveling fast. I just watched as the electric type became distant from me, his face an expression of pain, shock, and disappointment.

I heard several screams as the thing continued to travel. I watched as several pokemon passed me by, all looking at me in surprise. I supposed it wasn't everyday they saw a fast moving Cyndaquil escaping like this. One of them actually did something about it, though, as he began running after me.

"Stop that Cyndaquil!" he yelled.

Something told me to look behind me and it's a good thing I did. I saw the outside coming up fast as the object I was on moved towards it. Only problem was that there was glass blocking my way.

There were one of two options I could do. One, I could jump off and let the thing crash into the wall and possibly through the glass. But by doing so, I would cause more pain to myself, not to mention being captured immediately. The second would be to just ride it out and hope I make it alive.

I took the second option, being that I was practically in front of the glass now. I decided to grab something and it just so happened to be really big and somewhat soft. I swung it around to protect me from further damage as the object I was on stopped immediately, crashing and rising up.

The force of the impact caused me to fly off the object and right through the glass. The good thing about it was that I had the comfy soft thing in front of me. So that took most of the damage rather than me. I screamed as I began falling again. My life was just filled with this kind of danger.

I shut my eyes and braced myself, expecting the hard ground to collide with me once again, adding more pain to what I already had. But it never came. I never felt myself land. So I figured that I might be stuck in mid-air somehow and I didn't know if I should risk a peek or not.

I decided on it anyway and opened one eye, looking around. I was definitely on the ground, but what surprised me was that I didn't even feel it. Then I remembered that I grabbed that soft comfy thing from inside and realized that it must have absorbed all the damage. It was pretty big and soft. I smiled, not even feeling the pain as I landed. I hugged it tightly as a thank you for saving me. So I guess there was an upside to everything I've been through so far. It was the longest while since I smiled. I eventually let go of the comfy thing and looked around, wondering what to do next.

Suddenly, I felt myself being picked up roughly by the scruff of my neck. I was turned about and stared into the angry face of a girl with bright orange hair. I looked down to see she was dressed in a white dress and a skirt. I looked up and realized that the hat she wore was exactly like Nurse Chansey's.

"Uh oh," I thought.

"You are in a heap of big trouble, young one," she said angrily.

"So much for escaping," I thought as I was carried right back into the area I was in before.