Bennett found himself waking up on the top floor of the PokéCentre, his Pokémon sleeping beside him. Cyndaquil was sitting on his feet, warming them toastily. He heard nothing but the whirr of the Centre machinery. Heaving himself out of bed and slipping on his slippers, he walked out to the window, pulling his dressing gown about him. His Pokémon slept on in bed. A vista of pure, pristine white greeted him. It had snowed! He looked down at his feet to see Cyndaquil snuggling up. "Merry Christmas little buddy," Bennett whispered.