It appeared to be an abandoned Pokewalker, to my surprise. I bent down and picked it up to have a closer look, distracting myself with it while the bus driver tried valiantly to restart the engines, all other passengers around me groaning impatiently. Upon closer inspection though, I frowned that the little Pokewalker was fairly scuffed and dirty, but worst yet was the screen on the thing. "..." "Charon wants you to follow him." "Will you follow Charon?" "Yes/No." "..." "Charon wants you to follow him." "Will you follow Charon?" "Yes/No." "... thank you for bringing me here." The story ends here.