Oh. He’d better intervene or that poor thief is gonna get the pummeling of a lifetime. At least he doesn’t have to linger long to find out the source of that distressed cry for help—an old man staggers into view next.

“You’re a trainer, right?” he gasps. “Please, that thief has stolen something very important!”

And we can’t have that. Ren glances at his Ralts and stares off into the pink and red blurs in the distance, before turning back to none other than Mr. Stone.

“It shouldn’t take long,” he surmises, nodding to the old gent. Nora will doubtless bring the poor sod back and with the Devon goods in tow. All that’s left for them to do, really, is to call the authorities.