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Power switch? Wasn’t that the thing she pushed on walls sometimes? Closing their eyes helped them try to picture it. The Pokemon’s breathing finally slowed down back to normal. A few moments later that blue glow around the berry filled basket vanished and it was free of Mewtwo’s mental grip.

There was a small thunk as the basket hit the ground, thankfully none of the berries splattered from the small impact. Rebecca’s burned hand was still trembling as she moved the basket to the side, gently petting the little Pokemon’s head with a smile.

“Good job, sweetie. You did it perfectly.”