Aiden pocketed the antidote without any hesitation. As he approached the NPC, he listened to her words and nodded. “A rare pokemon?” The man looked about for Oak’s grave. Chica followed along with him as cheerful as ever. He read each of the gravestones until he came to the grave he was looking for. His brown eyes read over the name several times as he looked above, below, and all around the stone. “Well, Chica. It doesn’t seem to be here now, but we got an antidote.” He offered the little chikorita a warm smile.<br/><br/>The young man looks around the small town. “Well, there seems to be a few more places to visit. Where do you think we should go?” He reached down to pat the little creature on the head. It wasn’t real. He knew it wasn’t real, but treating it as if it was seemed far more natural. He had always loved animals. He always sought to learn more about them as a child and, if he had to do this, then why not enjoy it?<br/>