"Where did you just go?" Just as Heath was about to wake his Pokémon and take them to wash up, he spotted Mew hovering curiously above the living room sofa, looking at him with confusion and curiosity in those big eyes.
"Hm? When did you get here?" Heath was a little surprised. Could Mew sense the existence of the Distortion World? Psychic-type Pokémon often had their own unique abilities, though, such as their astonishing Future Sight attacks. Skilled Psychic-type Pokémon could even use that move with such mastery that it was downright terrifying.
"Not long ago. I've only played this game four times." Mew swished its tail and pointed at the television behind it, which showed the completion screen of a hack-and-slash game. Heath glanced at it. It seemed Mew must have noticed him suddenly appearing inside the food truck.
Heath scratched his head. Come to think of it, there didn't seem to be any rule against telling other Pokémon about the Distortion World. Although he couldn't tell other humans, telling Mew should be fine, right?
"I went somewhere strange. Everything there was gray and hazy. I don't know what was going on either." Still, Heath decided against telling it. Mew was far too curious. Who knew whether it would want to run off to the Distortion World for some fun once it found out? Unless a Pokémon was a Ghost-type, though, there was only one way to get into the Distortion World. Unless, of course, they knew Giratina. In that case, perhaps they could get Giratina to take them inside.
Mew swished its tail indifferently, then followed Heath to the bathroom to wash up for the day. Heath also woke his Pokémon, and after a quick wash, he drove the food truck to Pewter City's vegetable market. He planned