[Miror B. had considered using the new Pokemon, but when Emmet voices concern about them listening Miror realizes that it might not be such a good idea. True, Pokemon seem to have some kind of honor system built in: a vicious wild Pokemon will follow any order as soon as it's caught, so long as the trainer is skilled enough. Even snagged Pokemon stolen right out from under their trainer's noses in the middle of a battle would obey their new master. Miror knew all about this. But he still hesitates at the idea of using these new Pokemon. He decides to let Emmet try it out first, just in case.

Quickly, Miror recalls his two Pokemon. The Mist starts to dissipate without Lotad, but Miror is already rushing down the street alongside Emmet. The Pokemon Center is packed with scared, confused townspeople, all standing near the glass doors and watching the chaos outside. Miror scowls and pushes inside.] Out of the way! We are in such a hurry here. Move!

[He reaches the healing center and unceremoniously plonks his four Pokeballs on the counter. He looks up at the attending nurse, who seems quite frazzled and slow on the uptake.] Do be a dear and hurry up. [He watches impatiently as the nurse loads the Pokeballs into the machine, then wordlessly takes them when they're returned. He turns to Emmet.] Your turn! I'm dying to get back in the fray, darling; let's be quick!