Sorry about this being a little late. I was out buying a costume for my friend's party (we all have to come as a specific character in a murder mystery!) and my mom and I stopped for lunch.

Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.

I woke up in my bed in the Pokémon Center. I felt refreshed from the troubles of the Rocket's torturing. It helped that Mew had healed many of the deeper gashes and mended the broken bones in my left hand.

I looked over to the clock on the table beside the bed. It was only 10:00 in the morning. Seeing as I had been let out at 4:00 in the morning I was surprised that I already was feeling so much better. I looked at the clock again and along the bottom it said the date. It had actually been thirty hours, not six. I had slept through a whole day.

"Good morning," a cheery female voice said beside my bed. I turned over to look at Mew, the one who had spoken.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, "We could have been moving and in the next town by now!"

"Are you kidding?" Mew replied, "You may not have realized it yourself, but you looked like a zombie when we arrived here. There was no way I'd wake you up."

I scowled. Mew was probably right, but I wasn't happy about it. It was a waste of time to just lie here and sleep a whole day away.

"It's not like you're being timed," Mew laughed, obviously reading my thoughts.

The funny thing was that the game back in my world actually was tied. There were people who competed to see who could finish the game the fastest. I guess in the real world it wouldn't matter. The only measures of your skill were the Gym battles.

I shook my head, "Yeah, I guess it doesn't really matter."

"I'm surprised you're complaining about being here for a day when you and I had been locked up for longer in Team Rocket's make shift dungeon," Mew commented.

"How long were we in there for?" I asked, "It didn't feel like it was any longer than twenty-four hours."

"About a day and a half," Mew replied, "You were out for a while the first time, so it probably made it feel like a shorter period of time."

I nodded and thought back to being locked in the dungeon. I only felt like I had been in there for twelve to eighteen hours, much of that time being tortured. My mind finally picked out a strange event, my fake powers that Mew actually made.

"Could you have broken us out with whatever that power was?" I asked Mew, though I probably knew the answer.

"Nope," she said, "The powers only work on people and Pokémon. It's the same with any other move. You can only use it on things that would be considered an 'animal', which would include only humans and Pokémon. So, in reality, an HM makes you able to use moves on other objects, not just out of battle as some people claim."

It seemed like a fairly confusing concept, but I guess it made a bit of sense.

"Some legendaries can use powers on other things," Mew continued, "Just like some legendaries are better at telepathy. I'm not one of the legendaries that can do this though."

"Have you told Arceus about our little...mishap?" I asked Mew.

"No," she admitted.

"Are you going to tell her?"
Mew sighed, "Probably not, or at least not for a while."

"So, what do you think we should do about the Rocket Hideout?" I asked. It seemed stupid to waltz back in there after having been broken out.

"I don't think we have much of a choice," Mew mused, "That is, if we want to take Team Rocket out."

"Of course," I said, my motivation to destroy the evil band of Pokémon gangsters and thieves having been amplified by being captured and tortured.

Mew nodded, almost seeming amused, "We'll have to be more careful though," she said, "We don't want to end up like we did last time."

"I'm sorry, the Game Corner is closed."

A man was standing outside of the Casino, blocking the entrance.

"But I need to get in," I replied, "I...uh..."

"You what?" the man asked.

I thanked my drama teachers as my brain went into improvisation mode, "Left my trainer card in there. I can't use a PC without it."

The man studied me, "Fine," he snapped, "But be quick about it."

"Thanks," I said as I darted around him and into the now unlit Game Corner.

I made a B line to the stairs that hadn't been hidden since my first entrance into the underground lair of Team Rocket. I headed down them swiftly, but quietly to avoid being caught by the man who was standing with his back to the game corner, staring outside to make sure no one else would come in. I hoped Mew had managed to get around him as well. A quick telepathy conversation relieved my worry.

I managed to get down the stairs successfully, now all that I had to worry about was being recaptured by a Rocket member or by the man who had been standing by the door. Luckily I didn't hear any footsteps, so I figured the man upstairs left me to be caught by the grunts.

I headed off to the east, then to the south and ran into a grunt, though this time I hadn't been surprised by the encounter. I was prepared.

The grunt only had two level 21 Pokémon, a Drowzee and a Machop. Kadabra had no problems taking out both now that he had Shadow Ball to take Drowzee out.

I investigated the room that this grunt had been standing outside of. There were a few blueprints, but there was really nothing of interest.

I exited the room and headed to the west this time, it being the only direction I hadn't explored yet.

I found another grunt outside of another room. He was even easier to get past than the last grunt. He had two level 21 Raticates that were easily wiped out by my Kadabra, which brought him up to level 35.

So far, getting into the hideout was incredibly easily, unlike my last attempt. What had happened to the Team I had seen while behind the bars of the cell?