Louie had been looking at the yellow-clothed girl until he suddenly felt a hard shock of the train and got pushed face-first into the wonderful rack of the short lady. Panicking, not only because of the train making movements that were unlike anything else, nor the sharp pain of glass digging deep into his back, but  because of the soft mounds of flesh that rubbed against his face. It was the first time he had touched a breast, other then those of his mums, and he was panicking more about those then anything else.<br/><br/>The phobic panic of girls did not last long however, since the pain of severed skin overtook his mind, and the water started to rise with an incredible speed. It was certainly a much more pressing matter then female bodyparts in this already dangerous situation. Zenigame had been thrown about in the cart, but had swam its way quickly to press himself against Louie's back, shielding him and the girl from any more glass shatters with his thick shield on the back. It was then that Louie decided to act fast, realising that the next series of blows against the train and the people pushing at Brianna had made her lose consciousness in the water-filled trainpart. Louie revelled in the feeling of water enveloping his body, though the stinging sensation of salt penetrating his wounds was excruciating enough to want to get out of there. He could not see a way for the girl close to his body to get out herself, and as the fin of the enormous whalelord unlatched the latches, Louie found his chance to swim out.<br/><br/>Taking a hold of Brianna, he wrapped his arms just underneath her chest and his free hand around the shield of his squirtle, nodding silently towards his friend to start swimming out of the train. He noticed the fire of the vulpix die out in his peripheral vision, realizing the pokemon was saving her trainer as well, it was another concern less for the blue haired boy. He did not want to stop and wonder about how the others would survive, but he could feel strange things brushing past his jacket, almost as if more waterpokemon were trying to get the still living humans out of the crashed steel parts of the once technical wonder. It did not take long for the three of them to reach surface, and Louie was glad to gasp for his first breath of air as they reached the strange cave when they did. He wondered how Zenigame had found it, and still thought about the appearance of the whalelord next to the train. If it wasn't for that pokemon, they would not have survived the crash, like many others still trapped, drowning towards their deaths in steel cages.<br/><br/>Louie Mayes crawled up the shore after he had laid down the girl, watching her wake up from a short distance and hugging his knees tightly. He was tired, exhausted, and felt blood trickling down his spine from where the glass was still latched into his skin. Zenigame crawled up behind his trainer and gently probed at his back before pulling out the shards that were hurting his best human friend. It made the cute boy muffle a groan of pain, but his pokemon started to gently spray water into his wounds, washing out the filth and salt from the sea so it would hurt less and heal quicker. It was all he could do, before he brushed up against his master and cuddled with him to keep him warm, watching the water to see if there would be more survivors from the crash.<br/><br/>It was then that he could hear the strange cries of a ghastly filling the eerily lid cavern. It was a creepy and almost haunting sound to hear such a desperate ghostpokemon, but Louie realised that it must have been the pokemon of the guy with blue hair as well. It would not sound so desperate if its trainer was not in trouble. Louie pushed all his reservations away, and his promises to sit still and watch the others take care of themselves as he pushed his Squirtle up and strolled towards the sound of the crying pokemon. It was not long, until he found the boy face down in the sand. Louie rushed towards the guy and turned him over as fast as he could, inspecting if he were injured, and hoping he would wake up.<br/><br/>His hand lingered over the wound that made blood gush out of his injured eye, only the sight of it already made Louie almost gag in reflex. He ordered his pokemon with a wave of his hand to gently wash it out with water. Louie did not dare to touch the glass, but he had too. If the wound was too heal, it needed to be removed, and the young boy could only think that having such a thing removed from his own eyes, he would have preferred it when it happened when he was not conscious. It did not take long, but as soon as the sloshing sound of the glass leaving the eyesocket was heard, Louie fell with his head onto his knees, clutching the devastating piece within his fingers, and shook of crying. Hoping the young boy would be able to wake up from his wounds, as he could not bear the ghastly's crying song anymore.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>