Dash's tummy began to glow, these pokemon were getting along well. He decided he would keep on following them, who knew, he might make a new friend. He wondered what their next path would be, to keep following Lugia, or to go some other direction? Dash lepaed out into the center of the group. "Hallo," he said, not shyly though. "I'm Dash, mind if I go with you?"
Squittle was now leaning against a wall, eyelids half closed, until a roar from Rayquaza woke him up. "2 hours! You better get ready," said a general standing beside the dragon, who was coiled up like a snake, with his head high in the air. "All right, I'm comin'," Squittle replied wearily. He trudged toward the spaceships. "Prepare the ship for take off in 2 hours," he told all the pink moon pokemon. They nodded and immediately went to work. Squittle walked outside and faced the sleepy pokemon. He beckoned to Rayquaza. The dragon roared a large wake up call, and soon all the pokemon were awake and aware. "Attention, attention, we will be leaving in two hours. I suggest you get all of your luggage together and get ready to leave," Squittle called out to the crowd. He repeated itseveral more times, then layed down and sighed, a teardrop rolled down his face.