As he was approaching the dark crumbling mansion he currently called home, a strong gust of wind suddenly came to life and caught him on its current. Life was hard as an incorporeal ball of poisonous gas.
Blowing away in the strong breeze, he idly wondered if this was a Friday the 13th prank from Hauntzer – it would be just like him to enact revenge tonight, he was probably directing the wind with fans behind him to blow him into some unsuspecting Trainers.
The wind current swept him through the air vents into a parked car. Fighting to regain his incorporeal form rather than being misted about this car with strangely blowing air currents inside of it, he thought – “what kind of unnatural air is this?!”
Hissing quietly, he quickly sought an exit. This was new ground for him, he could battle his way out of the grass but what fresh hell was this tin can with its unnatural air pathways? It was designed to trap him!
Flying wildly about the car as he buffeted around the car, he hoped he would be able to escape before the Trainers realised he was there, as incorporeal as he was whilst he was being dispersed by the air.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Trainers suddenly clutching their throats and gasping for breath.
They slumped in their seats, their heads on their chests. How strange, he thought, he had never seen Trainers take a nap before.
Hissing, he tried to pull himself together enough to be able to escape through the small crack in the window.
Carefully, he eased himself out and quickly gathered his wits and floated home. He would make Haunter pay for this!