[ Gosh dangit Professor Oak. He frowns at that. He doesn't know what drafts are like beyond guesses, nor the wait or the intensity of the battlefield, but that certainly makes it worse. But what can they do? What will sitting there do?

He looks over to Gold, putting his hands against Pikachu's body. ]

You don't like it and I don't like it, and you don't need me saying it, but we can't do anything, can we? If it's really that bad, then maybe we'll hear more, or something'll happen.

And I don't want to think what'll happen if something does, but you're doing nothing, and I'm not stupid and think I can do anything better. We just have to wait, even if we don't want to.