I have revised chapter 9 slightly, so if you haven't read that in a while you might want to. I hope you enjoy.

? P.O.V.

Four people sat around a table, all staring at the wall-mounted television expectantly. The technician stationed at a desk in the corner of the room tapped rapidly at his keyboard, and the men knew it would be a matter of seconds before the link was finally set up.

Static consumed the screen for a moment, but then it flickered and an image of a man appeared. His face was almost completely in shadow, but the piercing black eyes and scowl were still visible. Perhaps the most notable feature of the man was his long, white coat.

"What is it this time?" the white-coated man said with a yawn.

"The portal has been broken through, Barney." The leader of the group table informed.

Barney seemed shocked for a moment, then angry. "Impossible!"

"We would not believe it under normal circumstances, either, but this came from our most reliable source."

"What information do you have on this, then?" Barney questioned.

"The ones who have broken through appear to be from your world," said the leader as he picked up a file and read it. It was a report the spy had been commanded to write up about what she had seen, "The only possible way for them to go through the portal would be through the air, although our source could find no sort of foreign aircraft anywhere in the area. The intruders appear to be six children—"

"Children?" Barney asked, an incredulous expression on his face

"Yes, children," the man continued, annoyed at the interruption, "Six of them. Three look to be teenagers, and the remaining three seem to be younger. We have no images of them, but our source is planning on obtaining those soon. They seem to have befriended a group of teenagers from our world, whose identities have yet to be known. The children also seem to have somehow gotten Pokémon."

The man stopped reading from the file and looked up at Barney, who seemed to have adopted a look of deep concentration. He remained like this for a few minutes, muttering words that no one else could catch. Finally, he spoke up.

"Six children, you say? Had to fly through the portal? You haven't gotten any photos?"

"Not yet."

"Well, contact me as soon as you do. I might just know who these children are, but I will only reveal their identities if my suspicions are confirmed. The information is a bit sensitive at this moment, you see."

"Do you have any advice on what action we should take at this moment?"

"Until you show me the pictures, I suggest you do nothing more than watch them closely."

"Understood. We will be in touch as soon as we have more information," The four people watched as Barney nodded, and then the screen went black.

MAX'S P.O.V.

After that little fiasco with those Rocket dorks, we decided to start moving. I guess we were heading to a place called "Viridian City". Brock had said that if we kept up a good pace, we could reach the town before nightfall, which wasn't going to be a problem. If there was anything my Flock was good at, it was travelling.

A few hours in to the path the dense layer of trees that had bordered us started to thin down, eventually turning into grassy fields. It was at this point that we decided to stop for lunch. Brock and Iggy immediately started to discuss the fine art of cuisine as they pulled out the food from a backpack. Misty took all of her Pokeballs and threw them into the air, releasing the creatures inside out into the nearby lake. Spunky and the rest of the Flock soon followed her lead—even Fang—and Gazzy came running over to me with an expectant look in his eyes.

"C'mon, Max! Let your Magikarp out!"

"I think he's fine just chilling out in his ball." I responded, uninterested.

"He can come play with my Pokémon," Misty called over from the lake.

Gazzy started to pout and held out his hand, "Please, Max?"

"Oh, fine," I pulled the marble-sized Pokeball from my pocket and handed it to him, and he snatched it away with a grin on his face. I soon found myself sitting in the grass, hands propped up behind me, watching my Flock as they ran, and laughed, and played. Despite our situation, it was nice to see them carefree, if only for a little while. They deserved it.

Before long I found Fang coming to sit down next to me, and I turned to look at him, "Yours seems to be having fun." He shot me a dark look, and I laughed. His giant sunflower was sitting down in the field, away from the rest of the group, and if those things could brood I swear it was.

"It's nice," he said, ignoring my comment and nodding his head to the kids, "To see them happy."

"Yeah. But Fang, we really do have to get out of here. I looked at my arms, both of which were cartoon-like up to the elbow, "Before we change completely."

He nodded, "I know. But I don't think it will hurt to stay for just a little longer. It seems safe. Besides, do you even know how to get back?"

"No. But I'm working on that." I sighed and lay back on the startlingly green grass. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure it out. How did we even get here in the first place? We were flying through a storm, not too much was visible, but I thought I might have remembered the change in the coloring of our surroundings…

"Lunch is served!" Iggy called as Brock carried the food over to a blanket that had been set up on the ground. I decided to forget about our escape for the moment and pulled Fang up from his spot beside me.

"C'mon, let's go get some food."

? P.O.V.

The spy watched as the group ate their lunch, and carefully took pictures of each of the strange creatures and their Pokémon. She wasn't sure how exactly they had managed to come into this world, but her superiors were smart people. She had no doubt they would be able to handle the problem.

Wow. It's been over two years since I first posted this story. Just, wow. I can't give you all regular updates, as I'm sure you've all discovered. I'm sorry about that. But thank you so much to everyone who has hung in there this far. You have no idea how much your reviews mean to me.