Stella opened her eyes to the bright flash that usually meant her trainer was calling her out. However, instead of seeing her trainer or any other pokemon all she could see was a lake bed. She was underwater? While breathing underwater was no problem for Tynamo, she couldn't help but wonder where her trainer could possibly have been. Stella looked around the bottom of the river , looking for any sign of where her trainer. The Tynamo stopped for a moment, seeing a broken pokeball sitting solemnly at the bottom of whatever body of water she was now swimming in. That looked like her pokeball. She strained her memory, trying to remember what had happened last. Stella remembered being put inside of her pokeball before a big flight to a new region because her trainer knew she didn't like flying. But after that... nothing. Nothing happened to Stella since being put in her ball and brought to the plane. And that worried her a lot.
Stella surfaced as quickly as she could. What she saw didn't make her feel any better. Stella could see the shore, and on the shore a large furrow carved it's way through the ground. To add to it all, she thought she could see dislodged trees and other signs that something went horribly wrong in that flight. Stella floated out of the water and followed the path carved by what she believed to be the plane, afraid of what she might find.