"Not that we've found, no." He tries to let the boy down gently. Dragonite, too, is beginning to relax a bit; perhaps picking up on Sam's empathetic mood, perhaps letting its guard down a little since the boy hasn't tried to hurt them, perhaps a bit of both.

"I won't say that venting is completely useless. But yes, it would be a good idea to try and have a good attitude about our situation." But if he wants a distraction in the form of information about Dragonite, Sam's happy to oblige there, too.

"Dragonite isn't one of a kind, no, but they are fairly rare. They start their lives as Dratini, then turn into Dragonair and finally Dragonite." Will he have any idea what Sam means by that, does evolution exist in other worlds?