It is a well known fact that in Anistar City of the Kalos region lived an old man. He’s right there, on your screen, though you may have forgotten he even exists. You may have talked to him, and you may have heard of his passing. You may even have been kind to him. But could you say that you knew him? He kept a diary, and in it he chronicled the last few months of his life.
23rd June 2013
Last week, I learned that my wife might be dying. This is not something I am best pleased with. She’s been encouraging me to write in this diary for over a year but before today I hadn’t put pen to page. My wife, Jeanette, is a wonderful lady. In her younger years, she’d been a police officer in Cerulean City. That’s all the way over in Kanto, can you believe it? We only ever went back there once after we’d moved to Anistar. Nine years ago, when she had been working the night shift she’d seen a young child, whom she described as being no older than ten or eleven, enter the building she had been doing some work in and single handedly take down a member of a gang that had killed the owners of the house. She had often described this as the point where she realised that she was no longer useful. If a young child could easily do her work for her without so much as a second thought, what hope did she have of staying on the force? So we packed up our things and we moved here. It’s a nice enough city, the locals are very friendly. We were lucky enough to buy the house cheaply from a woman who had just completed a course at the local university and would be moving into the nearby gym. She and my wife became fast friends, though that’s the sort of woman that Jeanette was. Money wasn’t tight, and still isn’t, as we had both put away a lot of money throughout our lives for a retirement.
Jeanette and I have no children. We learned when we were in our thirties that due to an accident involving an Abra she’d been friends with in her youth, she was unable to have children, and with a crippling fear of most pokémon, especially those that resemble humans. I remember learning about the fear when we first met. My friend Harold had been training his mother’s Prinplup on the beach in Sandgem town where I grew up. Jeanette had been there on holiday with one of her friends. She’d just left university as well, having studied Ancient History. She used to talk fondly about Arceus and Darkrai as if she thought I’d know who they are. In recent years though, she’s started to forget all she’d learned back then. When she saw Harold’s Prinplup, she squeaked and wouldn’t talk to me until he got rid of it. He touched it with the apricorn he’d been using and it disappeared inside, at which point I continued my flirting. It’s strange to think now that this was the technology we had, seeing people now with their pokéballs and what not.
Jeanette went to the hospital last week. She’d been having dinner with Olympia, the lady from the gym, and had collapsed suddenly. I only wish I’d been there to see her healthy for one last time. Since then, I’ve only seen her with tubes sticking in and out of her.
19th June 2013
Today, the doctors figured out what was wrong with my wife. they spoké a lot of language that I didn’t understand, but I managed to get the gist of what he was saying. Apparently after the Palkia Crisis in Sinnoh a few years ago many people who lived around Mt. Coronet had been falling victim to some strange virus that came through a portal Palkia had opened. Though doctors around the world had been searching for a cure, they were yet to find anything. It had confused me how it was possible for her to get a virus that only people who lived near Mt. Coronet could get. They told me they didn’t know. Jeanette has remained asleep for much of the rest of the day. Olympia came in during the night and woke me up. She told me she came as soon as she could, but she’d been buried with work for the gym leader, William. He’d been planning to step down and give her the position, but before that there was a lot of paperwork to go through. I told her the diagnosis. She took Jeanette’s hand and muttered a silent prayer to Arceus for Jeanette to be alright. If I’d been my regular self, I’d had made a joke about the irony of that prayer coupled with her fear. I was too tired to talk though.
10th August 2013
I got asked today if I wanted to sign papers to have Jeanette taken off of life support. I threw the papers at the doctor. I like to think my scolding of her put her in her place. Olympia told me that she had been in contact with hospitals all over the globe to see if they were anywhere near a cure. She’d not received any replies when she told me. I’m beginning to think that there is no hope for Jeanette, but I will refuse to let her go for as long as I can.
Harold phoned me today. He told me he’d had a woman contact him about a cure for the virus. We hadn't spokén in many years before today. I’m glad he got in touch, it’s always nice to talk to our childhood friends every once in a while. He told me about the work he’d been doing with his young protégé Barry. Every time he mentioned the name, his voice seemed to shudder. Harold told me that Barry was a brilliantly smart young man, but he was impatient and clumsy. He had been involved somehow in the Palkia crisis, but hadn’t let this go to his head unlike his friend, who had become a media personality after saving the world and becoming champion of the Sinnoh region. I believe one of the magazines in the waiting room I’m currently sat in has their face on it, though I don’t care enough to check.
Harold reminded me of my wedding day, telling me how beautiful he thought Jeanette had looked that day. He was right, Jeanette truly was a sight to behold. She’d walked up the aisle in a dress that seemed to shine the most brilliant white. I remember my eyes got a little teared up when I saw her. My parents were sat in the front row, having travelled to Saffron City right from Sandgem. My father couldn’t believe his eyes. My mother could honestly say that this wasn’t the Jeanette that she remembered. It was one of those moments that I can honestly say I’ll always remember.
19th August 2013
Today, Olympia burst in to my living room with one of those Holo-Clip devices, She told me she’d just received a message from a contact of hers that she thought I’d like to hear. I stood up from my lunch and asked her to play it. A woman named Jasmine appeared in front of me and informed us about a new treatment she’d heard of. She said that, for a fellow gym leader, she was willing to use her contacts in Cianwood to organise a treatment for Jeanette.
Olympia was made gym leader the other day. I’d refused to leave Jeanette’s side to go to her party afterwards. I’m sure I wouldn’t have fit in anyway, everyone there was much younger than I am.
I am currently sat in front of my computer. Olympia is helping me to book tickets to get to Johto. Apparently it won’t be safe for us to take Jeanette there by plane so we’ll have to take a ship from Coumarine city. The doctors have given Jeanette just one week to live. I intend to prove them wrong.
23rd August 2013
Today, Jeanette and I got on the boat. I’m writing this from her bedside on board the ship. I’m glad neither of us get sea sick. I took a walk along the deck earlier. It was nice to be able to breathe in the sea air. A school of Wailmer were swimming alongside the ship. One of them jumped out of the water and dropped something at my feet. It was some orange rock that was somehow both hot and cold. By the size of the Wailmer I could tell it was a baby. I hugged it tight before throwing it back in the ocean. I started to wonder how my life might have gone if it had had more pokémon in it. After a few seconds, the thought passed and I continued my walk along the deck before returning to Jeanette’s side. Despite my reason for being on this ship being dire, I am at least glad I got the opportunity to go to Johto. Whether I like it or not, I’m excited for another adventure with Jeanette to somewhere neither of us have ever been. I wonder what kinds of people we’ll meet during her recovery.
24th August 2013
The ship pulled into shore in Cianwood City today. I didn’t want to leave. Despite many people working around the clock to keep Jeanette with us whilst we were on the ship, she passed away in the night as the virus forced her heart rate to gradually slow down to nothing over the course of about an hour. I wish I could tell that she passed peacefully. I want to write here that she was at peace, but it would be a lie. Around two in the morning, she awoke from her sleep screaming. She thrashed all about as her agonised noises woke both pokémon and human alike in nearby rooms. One of the doctors shut the door to stop them looking in. I grabbed her hand and stroked her hair, the same thing I used to do when she had nightmares, but it didn’t work. Eventually, her screams died down and she started to look weak. Pain written on her face, she looked over the side of the bed and stared me dead in the face and told me, tears running down her cheeks, ‘I don’t want to die.’ Only a few seconds later, the doctors gave up whatever they had been doing and looked at the clock on the wall. It had a little picture of a Minun on it, which I thought was cute. Jeanette hadn’t ever been awake long enough to care about it. They declared a time of death and left me to grieve.
I still refuse to leave this ship, so they’ve told me they’ll let me stay on it with my wife until they pull back into harbour.
29th August 2013
Today we put Jeanette on a boat. She told me that, growing up in Cerulean, she’d always wanted to go to the sea. I feel that it’s only fair that that’s where she ends up. The first time she ever went to a beach, she’d met me. It was in Sandgem Town that she was to be buried, then. I cried when a string quartet started to play her favourite song and they lowered her casket into the water. Olympia took my arm and allowed me to cry on her shoulder, which I did.
10th October 2013
Olympia has become increasingly distant over the past month and a half. I believe that my wife may have been her only friend, and I do see why. She’s rather a strange woman, and goes on in droves about psychic pokémon. I already found it hard to hold a conversation with her. Harold passed away yesterday, not long after leaving Barry as his sole inheritor. If I were still interested in adventures, I would find that young man and find out what really happened. Alas, I’ve no time for adventuring now. I’ve no time for anything. I brought a length of rope today. I don’t know what I will do with it.
12th October 2013
Today, a young trainer I’d never met came by. We drank tea as they told me about their adventure. They were on their way to Geosenge Town to get rid of some kind of villainous man. I wished them luck. By surprise, though, they left me with a present. They handed me one of those pokéballs and told me to keep the pokémon inside. It was a present, they said, from one friend to another. I nearly welled up!
15th October 2013
My baby Fennekin brought me a berry today. I didn’t want it, so I let it eat the berry and petted it for some time. I smiled, I think for the first time in many weeks, and started to write a letter to the kind trainer who had brought me this baby Fennekin. I put it in an envelope with the stone that the Wailmer had given me. I’m going to go to sleep now. I wonder what adventures tomorrow will bring.
The old man was found in his home in Anistar city the next day, his Fennekin snoring around his feet and the smile of his last adventure forever etched upon his face.