[[Despite all her courage, despite all her determination, Emmy cannot restrain a choked sob as she reads the final message from the anonymous Rocket, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Did she check the girls properly? They were just...they were unconscious, weren't they? They weren't...
Burying the thought, she flies out the door as quickly as she can, pausing momentarily to gain her bearings.
And that's when she sees him.
He's up on a nearby rooftop, one hand in his pocket, and the other....clasping a pokegear, still lit up from recent use. She tries to see his face but the sun is in her eyes and it's full of shadows.
She knows, however, that he's looking at her.
Trembling, Emmy forces herself to turn around, quickly moving into a sprint as she heads toward the local Pokemon Centre, trying to ignore the images flashing through her mind and the man at the centre of them, calmly holding his pokegear, watching her.
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Did she check the girls properly? They were just...they were unconscious, weren't they? They weren't...
Burying the thought, she flies out the door as quickly as she can, pausing momentarily to gain her bearings.
And that's when she sees him.
He's up on a nearby rooftop, one hand in his pocket, and the other....clasping a pokegear, still lit up from recent use. She tries to see his face but the sun is in her eyes and it's full of shadows.
She knows, however, that he's looking at her.
Trembling, Emmy forces herself to turn around, quickly moving into a sprint as she heads toward the local Pokemon Centre, trying to ignore the images flashing through her mind and the man at the centre of them, calmly holding his pokegear, watching her.
Always watching her.]]