"Everyone, you all remember what we agreed on this afternoon, right?" Late at night, when all was quiet, the living area of Heath's food truck was still brightly lit. Zorua propped her chin on both paws and asked with a solemn expression.
"Char." Charmeleon nodded. Even Snorlax, the big fellow who would normally have been dead to the world by now, yawned and struggled to stay on his feet. He was clearly very sleepy, but he still showed no intention of going to bed. Farfetch'd hugged his leek and leaned against the wall, looking at his companions with a somewhat wandering gaze.
"Our Trainer is our Trainer! But today! Some bastard actually whisked our Trainer away right in front of us!" Zorua angrily slammed a paw against the table, producing a sharp crack. Her face twitched, and she discreetly withdrew her paw and tucked it under the table. Judging by her constantly swishing tail, though, she certainly wasn't feeling very calm.
Charmeleon saw all of this, and the corners of his mouth lifted. Under Zorua's threatening gaze, however, he obediently suppressed the smile that was about to appear and swished his tail instead, distracting himself.
"We definitely can't just let this slide!" Zorua said earnestly. Farfetch'd raised the Farfetch'd in his hand in agreement, and even Snorlax's expression grew considerably more serious.
Charmeleon nodded and opened his mouth, puffing out a small flame. Everything had happened too quickly. Before Charmeleon could even react, Heath had vanished from the food truck. It had worried Charmeleon terribly. That was their Trainer, yet another Pokémon had taken him away. Fortunately, Heath had turned out to be fine. Otherwise, Charmeleon wouldn't have known how to face the Trainer who had taken him in, taught him how to grow stronger, and helped him find meaning