[There is a long, drawn out yawn, as if someone had just woken up. A few moments pass, with the sound of leaves and grass crinkling in the background, before the journal is lifted up. He's yet to realize it's on and running.

A sigh. Then he starts musing to himself.]

You know, I'd think this is one of those crazy dreams where I think I woke up half-naked in a random forest on the outskirts of a town, but... This is way too real to be a dream.

...Who the hell strips a guy and dumps him in the middle of the woods? I doubt I sleepwalked to Cherrygrove. I wouldn't be able to get out of my room without waking the pokemon...

...Why is it so cold for the middle of June?