A gift box unfolds in the area and sets on fire as soon as I get out. Despite the intense heat, I'm comfortable. The red mask on my face now has a flame pattern across it. I scratch my head looking around and let Timor out of my bag. He frowns at the heat, but makes no other sign of discomfort. "Alright Timor, let's go nab us a houndour." We begin to walk, or in Timor's case float, around in search of the pokemon.