I had returned the charmander as quickly as possible, before we set up camp. I had neglected to bring a sleeping bag, because I felt it unnesseccary, and I couldn't afford one on my own anyway. Besides, I had planned to sleep sitting up, leaning against a tree, so that's exactly what I did. The sounds of bug pokemon in the night were sort of a nuiscance to me, unlike a lullaby to most, and kept my awake for a good half hour.
Until I fell asleep, I gathered all my knowledge of what my brother had been, and what he did to become that. First off, the differences that I had already suffered were two traveling partners, and a Zangoose, but one was of my choice, therefore, I didn't particularly mind the two reasons because the other would simply be ignored. My brother had challenged Pewter with a Charmander, Spearow, and a Rattata. I decided I would challenge Pewter with a Charmander, Spearow, and a Zangoose.
I felt myself dozing off as I remembered his motto, that pokemon were different from each other, like humans, and like humans, they each had their pros and cons. Then he would joke that the main con was when they had to go to the bathroom, and I used to scornfully glare at him. But now, it almost brought a smile to my face, but I was already too asleep to move my face.