"I also read books."

"Me too, what do you like?"

"Elderly literature. But really, anything I can get my hands on."

"Yeah, it's a bit of a hike from here to the nearest bookstore, has Tony at least got something that flies?"

"Tony has nothing that doesn't."

"So he doesn't have one of the flock of Porygon picked out special, or his is evolved all the way too?"

"He has a Porygon2 named Dummy. He built it a jetpack."

"A jetpack? That's adorable," laughs Bella.

"He was," Sherlock explains, "afraid it would get jealous of the other three."

"Pfffft."

"It is every bit as adorable as it sounds, yes."

"It sounds ludicrously adorable. My 'mon aren't jealous of Rachis. I kinda am, but she lets me ride her, so it's not that bad."

"Neither is Dummy. Tony, of course, argues that this is because he applied the jetpack before any such feelings could develop."

"Does Dummy tend to use its jetpack much?"

"Oh, yes. It plays tag with Ampere—that's his Emolga."

"Ha, that's probably what I'd have named an Emolga if I had one. I seriously considered it, they're a killer type combo, but ultimately I prefer stuff that evolves, and I had my balanced team of six by the time I was anywhere they could be caught anyway."

"Tony did his rounds with an imported Charmander."

"If it can fly now, without having its own jetpack, then I would expect he did all right in his time."

"Yes indeed he did," says Sherlock. "We're not much for half-measures in this family."

"Is it just the two of you?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Can I ask what happened or would you rather not talk about it?"

"They left a few years ago, intending to be gone for a few days, and did not return. That is all we have ever been able to find out."