Subject: Re: [PW!] Into The Unown Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 05:37:08 GMT From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Rob wrote: > Noticing that Doctor Foster seems to know what he's talking about, the PNN and > reporter and the other two reporters in the Pokemon Center flock to him and > start to barrage him with questions as Doctor Proctor and Aerie step into the > lobby. Aerie walks past the reporters to Marcia and asks, "Were we frozen in > space-time?" > > Marcia nods and says, "Happy New Year, Aerie." Yet another crew suddenly barges in, and begins talking to the first crew. "Hey, guys! You were stuck for half a week after you came in!" Foster looks to Proctor. "Another temporal freeze?" "Probably." Proctor looks back. "You asked me to come here with you, but if this is going to keep happening, I should probably get back to my patients." Aerie tugs on Marcia's sleeve. "I think we should get out of here too, mommy. If this place is going to freeze again, we won't be able to help anyone." Marcia looks down at Aerie to protest, then notices the three unown hovering in front of her. Nurse Joy snaps her fingers nearby. "Marcia? Aerie? Oh, good, you're back. You froze again, but this time the temporal disturbance was just near you. The unown had time to heal, and it carved out a message for you." Marcia's ears process that just as her eyes process the etched metal plate wedged between the A and E unown: "IF YOU WISH TO APOLOGIZE, HELP US FIND THE REST OF US". When Marcia flicks her eyes towards Joy in acknowledgement, Joy continues, "I think they're serious. Those two have been holding that plate right there for the past twenty four hours...and every time I checked, time wasn't frozen around them. The X got a bit more rest, but as you can see, it's fully recovered." "..." "If you want to go, go. Frankly, I wouldn't mind seeing them gone. Don't worry, you'll have a job when..." Her voice, and gaze, drop a little. "...*if*..." She sighs, trying not to cry at her own imagination's predicted fates for her employee. "...you come back. I...I know you'll come back. This kind of adventure alwa-NEVER kills the adventurer." Her eyes squeeze shut, as she tries not to remember the odds against those who venture into dangerous situations. TBC?