"I found what could possibly be the last remaining thing on the face of this planet that even reminds people of a Pokemon." Travis paused for breath once more, before dropping the bombshell. "I found a Rainbow Wing. One of the mystical feathers of the legendary Ho-oh, said to be able to open the way to the lair of the golden bird. It was sitting on top of Ho-oh's statue, on top of the Tin Tower, on a necklace. Like I had been meant to find it. So, I pulled it off the statue and brought it to Morty. You know, the Gym Leader of Ecruteak? I wanted to see if he could use his ability to gaze into the future to tell me more about the Wing, and even if he couldn't, he is the world's expert on Ho-oh...." slowly, Travis began to get caught up in his tale, to the point where he felt he was reliving that day all over again.
He paused at the door, Rainbow Wing in hand. As he brought his hand up to knock, he hesitated. What if he was wrong about this man's abilities? Still, he reflected, this was his only option. If he couldn't find what he was looking for here, maybe he could learn the place where he could find it out. With renewed determination, he rapped on the door.
For a few minutes, there was silence. Then, a sobbing voice moaned "Go away!"
"I can't do that! I have something here for Morty to look at." he replied, determined. He couldn't give up here. If he did, he lost all chance of ever seeing his aniki again.
"I am Morty," the voice replied, in a slightly more even tone. It seemed that the man was recovering slightly, "But I can't help you. When my Pokemon dissapeared, my powers faded. I can't see anything now. I'm no good anymore, and my life is ruined. I'll beg you not to intrude on my misery. Now go away."
"But if you're Morty, then you're the world's expert on Ho-oh, aren't you?" He pressed.
"What of it? It's no good anymore." Came Morty's voice, even more despondent this time. The sobbing had stopped, but in that voice he could sense his own feeling of ultimate loss.
"Then I have something that you can help me with," he began, then throwing caution to the winds, he announced "I found a Rainbow Wing."
For a few moments, there was agonizing silence. Then the door swept open, revealing a young man in his late twenties or early thirties with a heavily tear-stained face. His eyes zeroed in on the Rainbow Wing as his caller held it out towards him. "Tell me where you got that." Morty gasped.
"He did the reading after that. And you won't believe what he said." Travis continued, pausing to grab and swig a glass of water.