FLare nodded and passed over a device that looked like a phone. *thisll bring you up to speed about whats happening.*

"Huh? What's this thingy?" Hummer asked.

Flare grinned. *an otherworldly device. It's called a phone, I think.* he turned it on, opened the camera, started a video, and swiveled it so if faced Hummer. *shush and watch.*

The video showed battles, pokemon laying on the ground, exhausted, the legendaries in a cave, discussing, and the Cleansers with lots of weapons attacking Bluewood. Then, the video showed words that said, help. Send help, and ended.

Flare sighed and said, *were screwed. We sent that video to lots of other places, and got no word on reply.*

Hummer frowned. "That's awful...."

"Darn roight, s'awful!" Sandslash spoke from nearby. "Then ag'in, y'all Charizaads 'er picky. No Survivalist IQ Skill... seriously, that's right rediculous,"

Flare ignored the comment and said, *we have provisions to surbive, but we can't with the creatures at our door. Really, we just want food. And lots of it.*

"Y'all are picky!" Sandslash repeated loudly. Hummer shrugged. "He has a point.... In the desert you learn to eat whatever you can."

Flare practically roared, *THE DESERTS HAVE NO FOOD, AND THE SPRING IS ALMOST ONE!!! DONT YOU SEE?! WE are ON our LAST LEG!!!* he punched the desk and roared, grabbing his head and taking deep breaths.

Pyro walked in, eyed his father, and turned around and walked out.

Finally, Flare got up and said softly, *I'm sorry. It's just... there is barely any food in the desert, and forest are burning. It's not just the Cleansers that's a problem.

This is a dumb theory, but I think they're moving the sun closer to us. And I have proof.*

"Calm down mate. Poundin' the daylight out of the stuff ain't gon' help none," Sandslash said pointedly. "And you know I was jist messin' as usual." He sighed. "At this point, ain't no theroy is dumb. We're lissinin'; Let's hear yer proof."

Flare nodded, and pulled a chart out from somewhere and spread it out. It showed the Pokemon world and a star nearby, probably the sun. *this is our world before hand. It always orbits the sun, in the exact same way. But when the Cleansers show up...* he flipped it over, revealing the world and the sun, which was closer, along with a large spaceship in between the 2. *...the ships made an orbit that's exactly like ours. Now, the sun is moving in to smash into the ship, and our world with it. So, according to my calculations, the collision will happen in either 14 million years...* he looked up and said quietly, *or in 3 days.*

Pyro had walked in, along with Fang, Thunder, Solar, and Loin. All were listening, and all were horrified.

Flare got out another diagram and pointed at it. It showed the Spring, in perfect condition. *this is what the Evolution Spring looked like.* he flipped it over and...

It was gone. There were a few puddles of purple water, but it just looked like a crater.

Flare said sadly, *the Spring is dying. And... look, we need to beat the Cleansers today, or were out of luck. And life. Nothing but Arceus, Deoxys, Raquaza, and Pokemon that can breath in space will survive. NOTHING.

The collision, im sure, will destroy the world as we know it.*

(Only took me a half-hour to type all that)

Sandslash huffed and tapped a claw on the table. "So, whatchyawannado, stop da sun?"

Hummer frowned. "It that even possible...?"