Charlie wasn't what he himself would call happy, but he had a stable job, so he wouldn't complain. And honestly, ten-hour days weren't all that bad. What else would he spend his time on, otherwise? So he was fully expecting to continue his career, in one form or another, until retirement.

Then he died. In his own home, in his own bed.

Only afterwards, now with far more arms and a strange relationship with gravity, did he start panicking.

Not quite alive again and in a place he's never heard of, Charlie isn't sure what to make of a world he hadn't thought of in more than a decade. Really, he's lucky to be where he is. After all, if he's never heard of Almia that means nothing bad happens there, right?

This is a Pokémon fanfiction based loosely around the Ranger series.

I do not own Pokémon.