Nice as it was to get away from the helpfully gawking dumbasses, the cold was like a slap in the face after the temporary warmth. Blake put his head down and bulled through the town, ignoring anybody staring at the soaked guy carrying a soaked, scared child. The gravel jabbed into his feet and stuck to his socks. God damn it, magic monster city, fucking pave better.

It was odd to have something on his back, but McNulty felt a sort of kinship with the little mouse. He trotted dutifully after the humans.

Shaun was quiet, but breathing weird. Jesus, life hated this kid. it was fucking ridiculous. You'd think one near-drowning at the hands of a child-murdering psycho (fucking two-faced bastard scum-) would earn a Get Through The Rest Of Life Free card.

The kid mutters something that Blake doesn't catch as he shifts his grip so he can open the door to the Pokemon Center.

"Huh?"