The first day after everyone came back the moment Ash was able to get to his room sleep overtook him. With all the pain, both mentally and physically, that he had endured during the week it was sheer willpower that he still allowed him to function. Or at least, function as much as he could. Physically, his injuries that he received kept him having to stay put much more than he's used to. While he had gotten most of his injuries healed at some point - whether it was during or after the draft - there were still enough to keep him from going anywhere or doing anything extensive. He doesn't even remember the last time he had to just sit back and relax for a day, never mind more than one.

Though it isn't so much the physical state, while still concerning, that is the biggest concern. His mental state took a huge hit. He got thrown into a situation and environment that he wasn't ready for. Even though he was able to push his confidence back up during his talk with Cilan it only took another heavy hit after. He was separated from his friend and although the bomb didn't go off a second time the first time was enough to frighten him even now.

Of course, this is where the sheer willpower sets in as even through all that Ash tries and puts on a smile whenever he comes out and talks to someone. Most of the smiles are forced, but with enough of them everything can just eventually go back to normal, right? Well, not without slipping into a state of misery when he's in his room with just Pikachu or whenever it is just his Pokemon around.

That's how he is before he hears a tap on his his window. He nearly jumped from his spot on the bed before turning and noticing that it's Mewtwo. After an attempt to dry his face from any tears that might have fallen he slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake up Pikachu in the process or aggravate any injuries he still had, and moved over to the window to open it.

"Mewtwo? What are y' doin' here?"