This late in the day it's one of those rare moments of peace in Gear Station, only a handful of passengers heading for various platforms, the last Double Train due back any minute.

Strolling across the concourse you can take in the features at leisure without the usual crush of people in the way. There's the great glass dome, resplendent under the fluorescent lights. There's the bank of schedule boards, and beneath them Ingo, standing in his usual spot with-

Ingo??

He's stooped and his uniform is ragged, the always neatly-pressed shirt replaced by some strange top with an equally strange emblem. Where his tie and gloves have gone is anyone's guess. The little beard is... new. It's a far cry from the image of the impeccably put-together Subway Boss, yet it's still unmistakably him.

Ingo's head snaps up when you approach and his gray eyes are wide, shot through with a mixture of relief and abject confusion. He offers you a small, stiff bow, touching the visor of his cap.

"Pleased to meet you. I am the warden Ingo," he says. The lack of an indoor voice is at least unchanged. "I'm trying to find a man who looks... like me. We'd battle and discuss Pokémon, I think."

Ingo gazes at you solemnly, his hand drifting to his hip to grasp reflexively before falling to his side.