[If only there were cereal trees in the woods.]

I don't know if that'd help. Last time this kind of thing happened there were flying skeletons.

[He is not going to ever forget those bastards. He runs a hand down his face, frustrated. He's glad Henry's there and he isn't lost out here by himself, but he'd rather not be in this situation at all. Ugh, nature.]

Maybe someone'll be nearby. Someone with a flying type. [How did it happen that he had so many pokemon with Fly and yet none of them were in his party.]