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Dogwood still had a couple of hours before the show began, so he exited the Contest Hall and wandered around town. Pewter was very similar to Veilstone City, in the Sinnoh region. There was a lot of concrete, and paved roads, but fewer buildings than you'd expect. And it was entirely different from the places he'd lived before, Cianwood and Dewford, which were both seaside towns, with beaches.
Of course, Veilstone had that huge department store, where you could buy all sorts of things. Did Pewter City have such a facility? Off in the distance, Dogwood noticed a large building. It was neither the Contest Hall, which he'd just left, nor was it the Gym, which he knew was on a hill near the Pokemon Center. Maybe it was a Department Store. He decided to check it out.
On the way, he couldn't help but reminisce about Veilstone. He'd spent the latter half of his teenage years living there. He trained there under Maylene, aka the Barefoot, Fighting Genius. She was quite the prodigy, and although he was unsure whether he liked the idea of training under a little girl, he quickly adapted. Eventually, he started to look up to her, and even today, he almost never wears shoes. Maylene always said that going barefoot was healthier than wearing shoes, and pointed out that Pokemon went barefoot.
Before realizing it, Dogwood reached the building that was off in the distance, although now it was not so distant. He walked inside and was a little disappointed to discover it was not a department store. Instead, he was greeted by two middle-aged secretaries, who welcomed him to "The Pewter Museum of Science."
Dogwood payed the measly admission fee and entered the exhibit. In the center of the room was a display case housing dozens of rocks. But, according to the display card, sitting on a plaque in front of the display, they were fossils. He could kind of make out the shapes of some small bones, or a footprint, but nothing worth an extra glance.
To the side was another exhibit, with more rocks. These were actual rocks, too. From the moon, according to the display card. These rocks fell from the night sky as meteors, and formed craters in the earth upon impact. They could also be used to evolve certain Pokemon, which seemed very peculiar. How could a rock evolve a Pokemon, and why did it only work on certain species?
On the back wall were larger displays, with entire skeletons. They looked awesome! One was a Kabutops, and the other was an Aerodactyl. Both were prehistoric Pokemon, from long ago, which have since gone extinct. But according to the display card, science has since discovered a way to clone the Pokemon of old using their remains, bringing them back into this day and age. Science sure has come a long way.

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Dogwood lead Brock to the front entrance of the Pewter Museum of Science. After all, there was still one matter he had to take care of before leaving Pewter City.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Dogwood," Brock smiled, "I'll handle this."
Dogwood followed Brock into the building. The secretaries bowed politely towards Brock from their chairs, without asking for any admission fee. Unsurprisingly, of course. The man was a local celebrity.
Around the corner, the Curator was sitting at his desk, poring over another textbook, possibly the same one from before. The Omanyte egg was lying in an incubator next to the wall.
Brock walked right up to him, and solemnly asked, "Mr. Curator, did you take this trainer's egg?"
The Curator looked up, recognizing Brock and Dogwood immediately, unsure whether to show respect or indignation.
"Sir," The curator began, deeming it a situation for respect, "this trainer's Pokemon stole this egg from a carriage en route-"
"Really? What proof to you have of that," Brock asked crossly.
"Sir, the odds of it being a different egg are-"
"You've got nothing but circumstantial evidence. I demand you return that egg to it's trainer at once!"
"As you wish, sir," the curator obliged. Obviously Brock held a lot of standing around here, the same way Chuck did in Cianwood. Dogwood just hoped this wasn't an abuse of his privileges.
The curator pressed a button, and the lid of the incubator slid open. The egg inside was clean and polished, and looking significantly healthier than when the curator took it away yesterday. The curator handed it to Dogwood, along with his makeshift rope-carriage, then shoo'd the duo away with his hand, "If you're done, please leave. I have some paperwork to..." he paused. There was that indignant look from before, creeping in to his expression, "...shred."

Back outside, the sun was hanging low in the sky. Dogwood strapped the egg onto his back, and asked, "Is this really best for the egg? I kind of felt bad, taking it away from that clean incubator to-"
Brock cut him off, which he seemed to be getting good at, "Don't worry about a thing, Dogwood. That egg would much rather go on an adventure with you than stay locked up in a stuffy incubator. Trust me. You just be sure to take care of it. And yourself. You had a busy day today."
Dogwood quietly nodded. He was definitely feeling a bit tired.
"Well, this is goodbye, Dogwood," Brock said, "I've got to get back to the gym. I hope we meet again some day," and left without another word.