Bridging The Gap; The Final Records In Unova: An Autobiography

Back For The Future

Trixa led the way, June and I following behind her.

Pidove flew above my head, keeping up to us desperately, which should have been easy for the Flying type except he'd forget what he was doing and fly to the ground before remembering and call out as he flew to us.

Trixa held her beaten Pansear in her arms as she ran forth.

June followed closely behind me.

I still couldn't see what Pokemon Trixa was chasing after, but I ran after her, eager to find out which one she was so interested in.

Trixa moved sharply, accurately, directly on target, her feet stomping the ground to track down this mystery Pokemon.

Our little group ran through the woods, gasping for air from exhaustion but not daring to slow down.

I had captured two brand new Pokemon, now owning three on my team.

Trixa had two. This was Trixa's turn to capture a Pokemon, and we wouldn't give up on catching it.

On that inspiration, we ran together.

I wonder what Trixa found, I thought. I wanted to stop running, my legs tiring out. Glancing down at the Town Map, I tried to keep track of where we were as we ran blindly through the trees.

Trixa finally stopped running and bent over, holding onto her knees, needing to catch her breath.

I ran past Trixa a few feet before stopping, turning back to her, June stopping just past me and turning back, holding her stomach, breathing hoarsely.

"Trixa?" I choked out.
Trixa fell down onto her backside. "I give up." She lowered her head and continued to breathe hard.

I fell onto my knees and stared at Trixa in disappointment. "That's it?"
I heard June cry out and collapse.

"We ran after whatever it was, forever!" I complained, trying not to get too angry.

Trixa sprawled out on the ground on her back. "I'm done. I'll just capture the next Pokemon. I can't keep going."

"You've got be kidding me," I sighed and fell onto my back, my throat sore and dry, desperate for water.

June sighed. "Well, that was a waste of my energy."

"It got away. The thing was fast," Trixa heaved. "I don't even know where it went."

"How long after it got away did you stop chasing it?" I asked slowly, frowning, my eyes on the leaves blocking most of the gray, late afternoon sky.

"I don't know. How long were we chasing it?" Trixa asked.

"At least fifteen minutes," I responded.

"About that long. I couldn't see it for a long time, but I kept on running, hoping I'd find it."

I sat up instantly, leering hard. "Excuse me?!" My hand tightened around the Town Map, crunching it up.

"About that long. I couldn't see it for a long time, but I kept on running, hoping I'd find it," Trixa repeated. Trixa had the nerve to keep smiling at me despite my flaring face.

"You mean to say we've been chasing nothing all this time?!" I asked, hoping she'd tell me I was wrong so that I wouldn't flip out on her.

"Yep!" Trixa beamed.

"TRIXA!!!" I bellowed.

"Gary!" Trixa sang happily.

"You idiot! What is going on through your head?!?!"