When you get right down to it, pretty much everything has a true reason.
Even if said reason is woefully improbable.
-Standing on a mid-tone gray flat plane- Hello?
green (Darnit formatting!)
letters, impossible to tell the distance, appear.
Me: What the?
>Do not be alarmed
Me: Why? Who are you?
>Ah, it would be better to actualise myself
A Porygon2 appears. /Duck/.
Me: Where am I?
Physically, in the background area of the Castella Gym. Metaphysically, well, remember when you died?
-Rubs my jaw. Even though technically the attack caught my chest area- Don't remind me... Wait, am I dead?
Oh, no. I wouldn't have enough power to contact you in that case. Nah, this is just a replica from your memories.
Me: Why have you brought me here?
To explain. Why is it that you could not believe Oakley could evolve?
Me: Because he swallowed an everstone a month ago. Vet said the chemicals dissipated off into the lining of his gut. He physically can't evolve.
Well, technically that's not Oakley.
Well, not his body. It's another body. Same mind.
Pent, do you know why you can't access your mons?
Me: Not really...
Greg Palmer, your former employer and current head of the Slateport Pokemon smuggling ring, sealed your PC boxes. I managed to get Oakley and Booster out early for you with the use of some mindjacking code I picked up off the internet and my contacts. I've also managed to get the rest out there too. But I'm not quite sure where.
Me: Great, so now I have to find my mons...
Pretty much. At least I have one clue for you, Susan said that she'll most likely end up in the desert. Not sure why. But it's a start.
Good luck Pent, we're all counting on you.