The bubble shattered in an instant, and the next second, Heath felt everything around him change.
It was a gloomy, rainy day. The sky was dim, and rain poured down in torrents. The drops struck Heath with a cold sting, but strangely, he did not feel wet at all. Puzzled, Heath turned his head and saw a Gardevoir covered in wounds struggling along with a Shiny Ralts not far from him.
Gardevoir was in terrible shape. The red, heart-like thing on her chest was gone, leaving only a hole. Heath could even see through it to the other side, which showed just how serious her injuries were. And that Shiny Ralts...
Heath took a look. The Shiny Ralts was none other than the little Ralts he had seen before, but right now, the little Ralts did not look well. She was listless and trembling all over.
"Ralts! Gardevoir!" Heath hurried over, but his hand passed straight through Ralts's and Gardevoir's bodies. He stared blankly at them. The two of them were like images now, not actually existing in this world. No, rather, Heath was the outsider, and the scene before him seemed to be one of Shiny Ralts's past memories. Heath fell silent. There had been many bubbles, and he thought that once he finished watching them, he should be able to learn why Shiny Ralts had died, and just what her lingering wish was.
But before long, Gardevoir could not hold out any longer. In fact, Heath felt that with injuries this serious, an ordinary person would have long since collapsed and departed this world. For Gardevoir to have kept walking with Ralts for so long was nothing short of a miracle. Or were Psychic-type Pokémon simply better at staying alive?
After all, this was the world of Pokémon.