You can attain the perfect form through theory and calculation!

[Rei's back. He's not sure where he'd gone, but he's standing on the streets of Goldenrod City, in some strange arabian-looking outfit, holding an empty pitcher of water.

And frowning heavily.]

...I'm not sure what happened to these past few weeks, given that apparently time has completely erased them, but ah...

...outside of the new arrivals, can anyone tell me if there's some sort of costume event happening? I know I missed Halloween, but this is absurd!

[Rei's doing his best to not look like the most dejected person on earth, but it's a little hard right now. He opens his mouth to say something, but pauses to clear his throat. There's a following pause, as if he's still trying to find words. Then, after a minute or two, he finally figures it out.]

...So... I've heard it's common here for people to come and go without warning. I, ah... had two friends here, Nagisa and Momotarou, who'd been traveling with me since my arrival. And... as it's been a few days now and their information hasn't returned into my Gear now, I think it's safe to say that they're not here anymore.

[He sighs.]

Well, if you were friends with either of them, they've both returned to Iwatobi. I ended up with two Vivillon's in my party... Given their names and colors, I imagine I inherited their pokemon.

I... guess I'm on my own, now. It isn't too uncommon, traveling by oneself in this world, is it? I know most people prefer traveling in groups, as it's often safer, but...

[He shakes his head.]

Alas. We must deal with the hands dealt to us by fate, must we not?

[So poor Rei here is not where he had been as of an hour ago. Training with his pokemon, working on their techniques--and now he's...

Kind of in the air. And a little panicked, mind you.]

Ahh--- If anyone is in Violet City, I could use some assistance!

[He's got a very shaky grip on his Gear, which has been showing the ground slowly distancing itself from him, and soon turns it to face him, where no less than seven Drifloons have decided to take him hostage.]

I'm not sure where they're taking me but I can't free myself from this height without risking severe bodily injury and I'd rather not break my neck! I-if someone could please-- I'm not sure what to do here!!

[And he almost drops his gear--there's a moment of panic, and he lets out a choked scream, but manages to catch it in his hands. Before he turns it off, he just has this look of utmost pity; he's going to cry.]