[The feed opens on the path winding through town. Jack is sitting under a tree near the entrance with his Poke'Gear pointed at it. Edgar occasionally hops into view, pecking at the ground. It's afternoon ( Read more... )

[The feed cuts in on a much clearner, much happier, and well rested looking Jack. He is leaning back on one of the Center benches and holding the Poke'Gear high above him, grinning ear to ear. The bandage that was over his nose was gone ( Read more... )