A middle-aged woman stood in her open door way looking at the city and water surrounding her. Coming towards her was her daughter. Her daughter, coming home.

part i
the failure

(a week earlier)

Mandy sat in the police office, she turned herself. She still remembered seeing Brock on a strecher being rushed into the hospital, his face unmoving. When she tried to get in and failed because she was not on recond of existing. They brought her to secruity who gave her a choice. She told them her story, all of it. They told her the news, the day before shots were fired. Everyone there was accounted for, Misty Waterflower and Brock Sandstone, both famous gym leaders they were in critical condition, James the Moltres and Fourn Jim, both fugitives for almost a year now, and finally Allan Jon and David Jim. Mandy was shocked. Dave was dead and she failed to save him. Brock was practically dead. If she got there sooner maybe she could of, No she couldn't. Fate choice it's victims by anyway it wanted. She still failed. The friendly guard turned to her.

"You're free to go." The guard said holding her yellow pokedex.

"What?" Mandy said nearly falling off her chair with surprise.

"Well, technically you did nothing wrong, just don't hack into your files again please." The man said with a smile. "Oh, here's your pokedex. I put in a new picture of you so don't worry." The man said with a a grin at Mandy's shocked expression.

"Thanks alot, you've really been a help." Mandy said with a hint of mourn in her voice. "Well, I better be going home." She said standing up.

"Take care." The man said as he went into reading a prize winning book about dimension traveling growlithes. That girl was amzing how she went to such lenghs to help a friend, who regretfully was now, dead. The investigation would be remade now though, all though now the entire family was no more. He continued reading about this wonderful man called John Harris in a world without pokemon.

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(four days after)

Mandy sat in a bluemarril bus. She decided to finally go home. The windows were shut tight to prevent rain to flow though. The heater of the bus broke down the day before. The driver said it was some gust of sand had gotten inside the engine. Heated sand. She stared into the desert around the lone bus track. Dave, he's really gone. He's gone! She said to herself breaking into sobs as the rain began to heavy. The scientist said it was the worst rain in years beyond count. She felt the hot salty water burn her dry cheeks. Her eyes red with pain. The rain kept falling. An endless sheet of presperation. Throbbing down like blood from a stabbed heart, staining your life with it's mark. Flames from an unknownm disturbance could be seen blazing in the distance. The water sizzling with evaporation as it touched the withering titans.

At least she could finally return home. At last, she would come home. The rain pounded on the metal roof as she went into sleep.

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The rain still flooded the land as Mandy trudged back to her old life. The cold liquid had taken out the cheap dye of her hair and it came to it's original light brown. The supposed 'lasting' make had also fallen off. So she look practicaly like her old self. As before these changes ever happened. As if they never happened. Her hair fell down in front of her face and she continued her march. In this city she would find her home. She would forget them all.

somewhere heated sands blow across a plain, into the faces of the forgotten ones, somewhere.

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to be continued.