Cash was awoken by a figure in a purple hooded robe giving him medical aid.

He was leaning back on a rock by the road side. His shirt had been removed and a large bandage was wrapped over his lower abdomen to help the gash heal. The sky was clear and the sun shone bright. All seemed at peace on this quite little dirt road.

The hooded figure spoke, "Don't move I need to fully heal your leg quickly, it is running the risk of healing incorrectly and causing you a permanent limp. This will only take a second" her voice was high pitched and like a goddess. One could see a bright glow coming from the hood. She grasped his leg and began healing it.

Wow He thought. I've never know someone to be this kind to me. A complete stranger helping me like this. In this world no less.

"I help others despite if I'm supposed to hate them or not. I am simply being a Good Samaritan. Think nothing of it."

"You can read my thoughts?" He said aloud.

"Indeed I can. Although it would be best if you didn't know my identity." She finished bandaging his leg. "Am I correct in assuming that you are the Human who went on a rampage in Lilycove? Although that's probably not what happened based on how you remember it. You felt as if you were simply escaping…to find the Umbreon you love."

Hey, that's a bit intrusive don't you think?

"Consider it my fee for healing you. I've been wondering how you ended up this far south of the equator and what your motives were I guess I know now. Also you must never tell anyone that I exist or that someone even healed you." She said.

"Okay whatever you say miss. I don't think I can thank you enough that you healed me. Especially with you being a Pokémon." Cash said gratefully.

"I have one request of you." She replied. "Follow your gut. You must it is the only way you can survive in this world."

"Okay I wi-" But she vanished before he could finish.

"Hmmm teleport"

He sat up and took off the bandages. He felt good as new! His leg felt as if it had never been broken! Beside him was a pack with essentials and the brace. Inside the bag was a small bit of money, energy bars, water, a map and a compass, socks and running shoes.

Cash immediately began putting on the brace, sock and shoes and putting back on his bloodied shirt. He then strapped on the pack and stood there for a minute to get his bearings. Then he put the map and compass away and took off jogging like he had before.

"I think I will be forever in her debt. There's no way I could ever repay her. But I can start by getting out of here and tracking down Amy. That's what my gut tells me."

Cash had been jogging down the road down the road for at least twenty minutes now. According to his map & compass the road had doubled back on itself several times and would eventually lead to Fallarbour town. Although it seemed that that would be a nearly 50 mile journey. He chose fallarbour because no one would think he could appear there in a few short days on foot. Taking the normal route would have taken at least a month.

"It's a good thing I'm in shape for a steady pace jog. I guess all that work keeping a beer belly down really did pay off in the end…Man I could sure enjoy a nice jar of shine right now. But until I can be completely safe I'm staying sober."

Cash kept jogging for about 10 more minutes. Then stopped for a snack and chugged down a bit of a water bottle while getting his bearings to see how far he had gotten.

"Huh, three miles, not bad for carrying at least 30 lbs.!'

These thirty minute jogs and then a quick 10 minute break was his normal routine but slightly shortened to account for the weight of the brace.

He enjoyed the view of the natural and wild countryside. It was just like the land around his tiny hometown. Big beautiful fields and rolling hills full of tall brown silage. It was edged around by the thick tree line here or there. The smooth countryside was in the process of being slowly taken over by forests of artificially planted pine trees. It may have took a decade for a local to realize what was happening. But he had seen it happen before as he was growing up.

But soon, once the forest were ready to be harvested for their wood and turned into paper, the logging crews would come by and chop it all down in a matter of a few days. Eventually after a year or so of the leftover brush and such rotting, the fields would return to how it started. Ready to be seeded again. This was the cycle of a tree farm operated by large paper mills.

There was so much nostalgia here. Yet everything was different and new.

In all honesty he could have covered a much farther distance if he wasn't as encumbered by it. Although he was convinced that he would need its strength multiplying ability at some point, and who knew when he would have the chance to snag another?

That was when he saw something dull and red along the side of the road. It was in the ditch. He stopped and kneeled down to look at it. It was almost completely buried under dirt. It was also rusting heavily, almost to the point where he was worried about getting tetnis. He dug it up by hand and when he pulled it out…

It was a pokeball. It was in the state where it was large and ready to release its captive. He hurriedly pressed the button for it to release. But nothing came out.

"That's a relief! No one was stuck in there for whoever knows how long. That would have been awful!"

Now was the question of whether he should keep it or throw it back in the ditch. He may never see one again as that owning one was probably a death sentence in any part of the globe. He might be able to get an extremely great amount of money considering that it may have been rare. Then again if he was seen with one he could be accused of trying to imprison Pokémon like the old days. That would only add to the amount of crimes they had already falsely heaped upon him.

Cash decide to put it back, and buried it just like it was. He had enough troubles as it was and certainly didn't need any more.

It took two days for Cash to reach the point where ashes from Mt. Chimney began raining down on his head. He jogged through the ash laden fields of small green hardy trees. The road had changed from dirt to gravel about thirty miles back when it merged into a second larger road. Several times he had to hide because he heard cars coming down the road. Luckily the road had hills and gentle turns which meant that he was always given time to hide. For about twenty miles of his trip he had taken his path along white chalk cliffs by the sea before it drove back inland. That was about when he stopped seeing the nostalgic fields and beheld Mt. Chimney.

His map told him he had about ten more miles to go. Not that far. Simply the distance between his home town and an encroaching city that was nearby. It would be sunset when he reached the small town.