Pink, Day 48: When I was young.

Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center.

Being in this wheelchair has made me realise just how old I've become.  All this time, I've laughed and criticised the elderly, but here I am, sitting in a wheelchair.  I am older than old can ever be.  At least the many arcane people of this world are still able to stand and walk.  All I am able to do is squeak the wheels and watch as the world rises and falls.  As trees turn to ash and die.  As people turn to dust and die.  As Pokémon faint their last time and die.  This world is rolling into the end of time and I am sat down as an elderly lady of 71.

No wait, my Uncle Gio says my age is back to front.  I'm really 17.

Still, the world is changed.  I feel it in the water.  I feel it in the earth.  I smell it in the air.  Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.  Well, that's what I feel like.  Much like something was missing but my mind was too senile to recall it.

Have I forgotten something?  I can't think straight.

Who am I?

Hope to see you again soon.

Nurse Pink Joy