When the pidgeotto hit the ground T.J.'s hand flew over his heart. It felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He fell in when the police officer called the trainers in and listened intently. "If whatever has Circle Throw is fighting type, I might have a chance," telling those around him as much as he was telling himself. He drew his pokeball, took a deep breath and got set to run into the building.

While preparing to go in, he noticed one of the trainers, an older boy, had stopped to scan the dead pidgeotto. "Morbid." The words slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. He covered his mouth, turned his head and hoped the trainer hadn't noticed.