Summer opened the door. As he made a step forward, the overlapping thoughts of pokemon and people reached him and made him stop. In front of him there were at least two dozen Pokemon, along with haf a dozen people. He somehow knew that they were going to become an inseparable part of his further journey. Instinctively almost, he reached for his belt. "Great," he thought, "the human reflexes are becoming stronger and stronger over my former Pokemon self." He found there six pokeballs, that had probably been put there during his sleep. He clutched one of the Pokeballs with his fingers and lifted it on the level of his eyes. He knew what it was like to be kept in such a Pokeball, he felt the emotions of the Pokemon closed inside the sphere. One by one he grasped a Pokeball, looked closely at it, and then released the Pokemon. An Espeon, Gyarados, Venusaur, Dugtrio, Snorlax, and a Heracross came out of the Pokeballs, each of them looking happy and satisfied. Summer glanced at all of them and let them join the others. Still keeping distance, Summer looked at the rest of the people and greeting them introduced himself. "My name is Summer".
