Hadaron woke up blurry-eyed to the sound of someone banging on a door very loudly. That sleep powder stuff was certainly effective. He looked around him and the trainers, it seemed like most of the were having conversations or were otherwise preoccupied with.... doors. Shrugging he took out his map and pondered what his plan for his journey was.

 Following the route numbers seemed like the most logical option, it let him visit a fair amount of cities with some logical path and there wasn't really any other reason to go any other way. Deciding on that course of action he scooped up Ralts and placed him in the basket on his bike and got ready to pedal down Route 1. After all he had an awfully long way to go and ever more to learn.