[He stops, standing at the front door -- hand on the knob. He knows that silence. That tone. The look on his friend's face. And it... isn't the best. Which isn't Keith's fault, not in the least. Shiro just wishes he had better information, better news.]

It's going to be okay. Promise.

[He will make it okay.]

[But then the easier answers. As he steps out the door, out onto the sand. Wingulls crying in the distance -- Spheals barking.] About a year. You were here for about a year. And, had a habit of betting people you could do things they thought you couldn't, for money.

You bet someone you could lift one of your pokemon. They didn't believe you.

[And needless to say, Keith got the money.]

No -- the police here had more trouble on their hands with Lance and Pidge than you.