After having finally fallen asleep, it was Runaway's turn to dream. The dream started off with him wandering the empty halls of some nondescript building, but with a sense of urgency, as if someone or something were following him. But, he was alone.
Runaway ducked into a room, closing the door. He turned off all the lights and pressed his back against the door, listening. He could hear footsteps, so he carefully peered out of the small window, seeing a tall, dark, and gaunt figure walking silently up the hallway. The figure looked like some bizarre human/Zoroark hybrid, and walked with a stooped gait. A large, beaklike nose jut from the center of the pale, goatish face, and thick black stubble covered the chinless countenance. The eyes, when they could be seen behind the stringy black hair, were piercing, and they locked onto the door.
Runaway backed up quickly and fled into the darkness, finding another door, which he quickly entered. He shut it, pressed himself against it, but was flung to the floor. The Zoroark-man scooped the Alakazam off the floor, holding him tight, as a bright cone of light snapped on, revealing some type of chair. Swiftly, Runaway was forced into it and strapped down. The Zoroark-man held his head still, and he could hear footsteps as another figure approached. The face was shrouded in darkness, but the new arrival brandished what looked to be a type of saw, and chilling laughter pealed through the air as Runaway squinched his eyes shut.
He woke with a start, finding himself still in the Pokemon Center. His nose was still clogged and his heart was pounding against his ribs. He let out a whimper and snuggled up closer to Trak, unsure if he wants to sleep again.