Wes doesn't remember much but he remembers driving. While this wasn't the blazing hot desert of Orre, there's more than enough space for him to ride around Melemele on his hoverbike. With his Pokemon egg safely buckled in the passenger cart, Wes drives through the grassy terrain.

"Dude, do you think this is a good idea?" His Rotom, Row, yells, clinging for life and securing the egg below. Wes ignores them. He's not sure what he's doing but... he needs purpose.

And then he sees the woman. The one he's supposed to report.

However, instead of driving away, Wes stops his bike and glares at the woman from behind his chrome sunglasses. He points to Entrapta with his good arm and growls.

"You're the thief, aren't you?"

Yes, he's the pot calling the kettle black, but that doesn't occur to him in the slightest.