Pallet Town

"Best to start Local." Ash thought and took the time to stretch. Wasting little time in getting dressed, the future elderly woman looked herself over. "Okay. Let's do this."

Exiting his room, Ash took care to avoid waking his mother. Easier said than done when your room is upstairs rather than downstairs. yet he managed to surprisingly well.

With that now out of the way, the rest of the operation was relatively smooth sailing. Reaching the door, Ash mentally prepared himself for the journey ahead.

Outside, it was a simple matter for the future elderly woman to head to the main plaza of Pallet Town. Even in this early morning, all manner of elderly women went about their day. All dressed in old fashioned floral dresses, locks of varying tones of gray hair called to Ash. Done up in a multitude of styles, there was no doubt a method to their madness. Especially with their skins covering the entire spectrum.