‘Something’s definitely wrong with that iron plaque…’ Gerald thought to himself.

“Come on, Gerald. Let’s go. Is there something wrong?” asked Misty, wondering why he was still standing in place.

“…Ah, um, why don’t you guys go on ahead first? I’d like to have a look around on my own!” replied Gerald with a smile before continuing to look at the direction that the old man had left in.

“Well… Fine! But I’ll call you out again when it’s near noon so that we can have lunch together!” said Mist