One of the docks served as a base for the lighthouse. It wasn’t that big, but fullfilled its duty.
On one of the sides, I found a spiky haired blond man, fiddling with what seemed to be a fuse box.
He was mumbling about the intensity of the light, that it could startle the pokémon out at sea.
I didn’t want to bother him, but I did ask him if he knew where I could get some help for the hypnotized fellow by the road.
The man stopped his work and looked at me, asking if I had any knowledge about how long the hypnotized had been there, his hands grasping a bottle of water.
I answered the blond man that I had no idea, and he thanked me for the info, disappearing towards main street.