I think one of my friends has been here... going on six years, maybe? Something like that.

And... I was out on one of the routes near Goldenrod training, and I collapsed. A friend found me and dragged me to his house - put me in his bathtub, actually - and while I was out it was like I was back home, with no memories of here. And when I first got here we'd been about... two years into the war? And when I woke up here again it was... like I'd spent that time there and come back.

It happens sometimes... people either disappear or get knocked out for a week, feel like they were back home, and wake up again. ... And I know it sounds like a really weird dream, but it's... too vivid to be a dream. Too many things happened. And I think even in a dream, I...

[He looks up at his Ursaring, and leans into her side. Nope. Not going there. We're not talking about it.]