Ace scanned the back streets for his trainer, finally locating him near an old bicycle shop. Chance had played along with the other trainers, following in the back until an opportunity opened up for him to quietly duck into an alley and get away. The Pidgey landed on Chance's shoulder, looking at the teen with his typical stern expression.

"Don't worry," the blonde assured. "If there was every any trouble, I think we lost 'em. Out of curiosity, which way [i]is[/i] the Pokemon Center?"

Chance frowned thoughtfully as Ace unfurled a wing and pointed it. So, the three trainers really did go to the Center. Or at least they started out in that direction. Chance also needed to go to the middle of the city, though, to buy a small mountain of Pokemon food. Ace keeping watch on his shoulder, Chance strolled vaguely toward the supermarket, trying to avoid the Pokemon Center on his path.