((No problem, HangedMan, but I did move the story ahead. How they got to Pewter will be completely up to you. If they didn't take a cab, that's your choice. I'm sure that Samuel would have found another way anyhow to accommodate Al. Just note that I moved Samuel on to pewter city and assumed that Al remained with him.))<br/><br/>**Pewter City**<br/><br/>Charity looked over at Mewtwo and nodded calmly as a quiet signal that she could make herself scarce or follow however she pleased. In the meantime, the professor knew that it was well past time to get moving. She started walking up the museum steps, still recovering from the sudden shift in environment. She wasn't disoriented, as she used to get when teleporting, but she did feel odd.<br/><br/>Pewter City was a quiet place compared to even Palette Town. It sat at the base of the mountains, and being surrounded by trees, the night was alive with the sounds of bug pokemon calls and the haunting hoots of noctowls looming in dark branches. The yellow glow of street lamps made the place seem old, and they cast their evening light upon the museum that towered over the main part of the city.<br/><br/>Speaking to Gary softly as they walked, as if fearing to wake people who might be asleep, Charity answered his question.<br/><br/>"We should check the museum out right away, before they--" She stopped as she put her hand on the door and tried to make it budge, to no avail. "Close.....Great." She sighed, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I guess we have to wait until morning." She looked from Rayne to Gary. "Do either of you mind the idea of a hotel? Or would you rather sleep in the pokemon center?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Unknown Location**<br/><br/>Two trainers walked, side by side through the rain, their feet slapping in the cool puddles all around. They loved to go out and see what sorts of pokemon the rain brought out,and they, like most youths, had big dreams of catching every kind there was. They didn't expect to find Kavarr.<br/><br/>"Whoa," the oldest stifled a gasp. "What is a charizard doing out here?"<br/><br/>"Oh no. he looks like he's hurt." The younger of the two ran towards Kavarr and stopped just short of reaching him.<br/><br/>"Hey..." the other said, "What's wrong with it? Why is it doing that."<br/><br/>"Doing what?"<br/><br/>The trainers watched for a moment, confused as the dragon snapped its jaws at empty air, wild eyes staring as if intently focused.<br/><br/>"It's probably just biting at the raindrops. It wouldn't like getting wet." One of the trainers reasoned. "Come on, let's get him home and warm him up. He could die if we leave him here."<br/><br/><br/>That night, as the trainers finally slipped into the safe realms of sleep, Kavarr rewarded their kindness. All that their families would find of them was their shambled house, clawmarks gouged into the walls and stains of rust red on every surface. That was for the best, for if they had seen what had become of the bodies, they may well have taken their own lives.