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She turned back to Brock, giving him as comforting a smile as she could muster, given the circumstances. "We'll tell her. Don't worry." She nodded. "We'll get the stone back. Those jerks won't even have a chance to do... whatever it is they're trying to do."
"You can trust us."
"So, what do these stones do that makes Team Rocket want them so bad?
"Not that I'm worried; I'll obviously go. I just need to tell my parents. Does anyone have a phone?" She laughed so she could pretend to herself that she wasn't nervous, and that nothing she saw today would imprint on her psyche; the current situation's resolution allowed her to take everything in.
Snorunt looked at Greg with a look that said, 'He's going to get me killed some day...'
"Anyway, I'm definitely in. ...Heh. Didn't think I'd be going home so soon."
She looked at Charles. "Through would probably be best. Going around would take us way out of our way, and... To be honest, I don't think I could climb over it."
"Yeah. The good guys always win, right? Long as we don't get too reckless, we'll be fine."
". . . I'll tell my parents I'm sight-seeing or something. I'm a big girl now, right?"
She was disappointed that the trip to Viridian didn't look to be an option, but seeing that Team Rocket had a defined agenda changed things.
"But this will work out. It has to."
"Don't worry, Brock. We'll stop 'em."
Once out, he hurries to his parents' house.
"H-hey, mom, dad, I-I'm going to take a trip to cerulean city...I-if that's okay..."
So, she walked towards the trail at a leisurely pace. But with every step she took, she felt a growing apprehension. Team Rocket wouldn't hesitate to kill them. What had she gotten herself into?
When she reached what appeared to be the trail, she took a seat, releasing Bob.
While he lounged in the sun, she reached into her bag, and pulled out her photo book, leafing aimlessly through it while she waited.
It is quite a thick book, though. It could take quite a while to read, and a fair amount of time to even skim through.