Trak finally unearthed her Alakazam. "Found him!"
"Here, I'll carry him," Mewtwo stooped and scooped up Runaway's fainted form. "Nice shorts."
"Aw man," Trak carefully inspected the Pokemon, "what did he do to you?" She fell silent for a long moment, lightly stroking the top of Runaway's head. "He fought. I know he did. He won't go down easily."
Mewtwo nodded slowly. "We'll get him fixed up. Find some nice lady who gives those great massages, get him a nice, tall glass of Berry Juice, and... I think there's something in his back pocket."
Trak was picking up the spoons and the dirtied Foongus toy and tucking them away in her bag when she stopped. "Huh?" Rather than reach into the pocket, she felt the shape of the object, then looked around, seeing Petri dishes scattered about. "...whatever it is, I don't think any of us should touch it. Might be evidence. Let's just get to the Pokemon Center..."