>Attempt to catch the polar bear in a Poke Ball.
You yank one of your precious Poke Balls from the bag, but you're hesitant to open the window. The bear looks like it could be caught in a Poke Ball, but you have no Pokémon to weaken it with, so it would be a one-in-a-million chance of catching it at full health.
You make a mental note to later try and recall as much of your Pokémon knowledge as you can. At the moment, however, a flimsy glass window is all that's separating you and a cold, painful death. No way are you opening that window.
The bear chooses that moment to resolve your mental conflict by shattering the window with a headbutt that it probably barely felt. You duck away from the glass shrapnel, but you get a sizable cut on your arm. It's shallow, but it's enough to make you bleed. Not nearly as much as polar bear teeth would, however.
Fox is slightly wounded.
You throw the Poke Ball, but it goes wide, missing the advancing bear entirely and soaring out the window. You cower pathetically against the wall as the monster advances on you, crawling in through the window with a grace that a creature its size probably shouldn't possess.
*click*
That was quite possibly the loudest and most welcome sound you have ever heard in your entire life.
The beast freezes, turning away from you to look over its shoulder. It apparently didn't find what it was looking for, because it bounded out the window, padding out of sight and completely missing the closed Poke Ball sitting at its feet, shaking ever so slightly.
>If possible/sensible afterwards, close the window and all other doors/windows in the house, while also searching for other friends or foes.
>Head downstairs and see if anyone is down there.
Well, you sure can't close this window. It's a shattered ruin. In fact, your whole room is a mess. The bear obviously missed the meaning of the term 'watch your step'. There doesn't seem to be a thing left intact, except for you, oddly enough.
You decide do a quick sweep of the house. All of the doors and windows were already closed and locked, and your only company is the annoying Fletchling. That little guy could've helped you against the bear, you think bitterly. He evolves into a fire type, and fire is super-effective against ice.
Okay, this was getting weird. You seem to have a good store of Pokémon knowledge, but you can't for the life of you remember where it came from.
You manage to find a lot of potentially helpful stuff while looking around, though.
Fox found three Cans of Soda. Fox put the Cans of Soda in the Beverages pocket.
Seriously, this is quite a bag. It has a bazillion and one pockets. You could have sworn your old one only had six.
Fox found one Eskimo Jacket. Fox put the Eskimo Jacket in the Questionable Fashion Sense pocket.
Fox found one Fire Stone. Fox put the Fire Stone in the Evolutionary Items pocket.
Fox found one Half-Eaten Pizza. Fox put the Half-Eaten Pizza in the Food pocket.
It isn't much, but it's something to work with, at least. You bite your lip and stare out into the cold, hearing a faint roar. The polar bear is clearly upset. It might come back your way, and while you don't want to abandon your safe haven, it won't be safe for much longer.
A Pokémon trainer isn't much good without Pokémon, though.