Heath's first visit to Saffron City had not left him with a very good impression. That was not to say the car from earlier could represent Saffron City, only that people always tended to blame an entire group for the impact of an individual's actions, sometimes with malice and mockery thrown in. It was like the jokes about stealing manhole covers or eating Fujianese people that had been so popular in his previous life. Those were really all forms of regional and city-based discrimination. They might initially have stemmed from one or two examples-of course, that certainly did not include eating Fujianese people-but people would magnify the regional backgrounds of those individuals, and so regional and city-based discrimination were born.
Ultimately, people were all social animals.
Heath sighed. He did not want to blame those people. After all, strictly speaking, were they in the wrong? Perhaps they were, but perhaps they were not. Maybe the people hitching a ride in his vehicle had a gravely ill family member who was about to die or something, which was why they were shamelessly saving that tiny bit of money, Heath thought, not without malice.
"But I keep feeling like I've forgotten something?" Heath rubbed his chin and sank into thought. He was considering one question: had he forgotten something? Ever since leaving Vermilion City, Heath had felt that something was off, but he could not say exactly what. It just felt off, and that feeling left him a little puzzled. Then Heath glanced at the Pokémon in his Lounge. Farfetch'd, Zoroark, Charizard, and Snorlax were all there, while Ralts was still knitting the scarf she intended to make. Heath was quite looking forward to Ralts's handiwork, but immediately afterward, another question occurred to him.
"Where's Mew?" Heath froze, then the corner of