[Thomas isn't sure how to react to distrusting the police. It was no secret that there was corruption in the police force of his own time, but he hardly thought the same could be said for this world. Unless he was missing some underlying hotbed of criminal activity, which he doubted. He was rather good at traversing the seedy parts of London, and the cities he'd visited so far here simply didn't have them. He sighs, assuming, for better or worse, that N knows best.]

Collecting knowledge for him? No, I...! [He pauses, stopping himself before overreacting to that accusation.] No. That is ridiculous. [He inhales sharply, starting to feel a sense of unease, himself.] But... yes, I'll be there shortly. Don't worry, N; we'll figure this out.

[He hangs up and starts the process of teleporting to Nimbasa. When he finally arrives, near the Pokemon Center, he calls up N again.] I... think I am here. This place is... colorful. [He sounds somewhat overwhelmed: it's mostly all the colored electric lights that are getting to him. He'd been to Venice during Carnival, an event that put Nimbasa's simple daily routine to shame, and London was hardly a quiet city.] I'm by the Pokemon Center. Where are you?