Martin tip-toed through the Underbelly’s grimy alleyways, turning when he could, making sure to avoid the stares of the few others he’d seen on his way here. Tuco followed with hesitant steps, torn between his impulse to protect his Trainer and his own fear at this place.

He’d gotten lost somewhere along Whatever Street and Wherever Avenue. The place here was labyrinthine – following the map on his phone proved impossible, as service had conked out around an hour ago. Martin glanced at Tuco; the poor Trapinch looked hungry already, and his own stomach was beginning to growl.

“How could this day get any worse…” he said, slumping.