Ash's eyes fluttered open. Slowly, he took in his surroundings. A room, about the size of his closet, completely constructed from metal. The only source of light was a circular bulb carved into the ceiling. 

Despite his aching head, he dragged his spine upwards and tried to do the same with his legs, but something was holding him back. He turned to see chains attached to the wall, circling his ankles and wrists.

Keeping calm, he tried to remember his last conscious memory.

'Have to do business', he texted Clemont as he made his way through the doors, looking around for an officer.

It was a little strange that he received a call from the police concerning the plane crash, but he was adamant on solving the mystery, especially after finding out his father's airline and company engineered the plane. 

Suddenly, the lights flickered off.

It ended there. Why did it end there? Maybe he collapsed and didn't remember?

This certain situation brought him back to a pattern in his childhood. A pattern in which the ending was always the same. But this time it would be different.

A spraying sound made its way to his ears. Looking up, there was a hole from which a white gas was spreading. His head started pounding aggressively. Whether it was intended or not, this was definitely a test. 

He looked to the chains and sharply brushed one chain against the other, starting a small fire in which he used the heat to reshape the chain. Once he was free, he scrambled to his feet.

His hand smoothly examined the walls, trying to find a weak spot. It wasn't easy having to use his other hand to cover his mouth. Not to mention that he'd already inhaled some of the gas, and the headache was tempting him into sleep, though he was resisting it with all his strength. 

Just when he felt he was slipping away, he felt a hollowness in the wall. He pushed and pushed, slowly losing his senses as he did so. The wall gave in, but his headache didn't subside when he collapsed. His vision was blurred in and out.

Vaguely, he saw his father, standing over him with a bottle labelled 'Arsine'.

"You ought to look this up", his voice echoed, "I think you'd find the formula quite interesting. My beautiful son..."

He leaned down and sweetly planted a fatherly kiss onto Ash's forehead. 

But the part he remembered most, was when he reached into his pocket, reminding himself of the note the officer gave him.

'Engineering Company: Lysandre Labs'