Samuel would be traveling around with a Dragonite too, but his is still in its Pokeball. He knows it'll be alright, but he worries about his buddy.

"That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?" He'll comment on that question anyway; he's sure it's been on all of their minds at one point or another. "Assuming this isn't all some kind of cosmic accident." Like he said, they have to consider all the possibilities; and the idea that there isn't some kind of intelligence behind this, that they're getting pulled here at random, is one of them.