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The box closed. I broke out of the ball, opening the box. I was in the truck, and it had already srarted moving. I saw jolteon sitting nearby, having just broken out of a his box. He looke over at me and growled. I hissed, and tackled him. After a long hard fight, we both lied on the floor, KO'd. I woke up next to jolteon, out in the desert. I saw the truck leaving, the boxes of pokeballs falling out the open back. Jolteon didn't move at all. He was still breathing, though. I had the urge to finish him off, but fought it. I lied down next to him. I'd protect him. His coat wasn't made up of needles as it was when he was tense or angry, but softer that I had ever felt it. He was very warm, too. I moved closer and fell asleep.