Misty looked up from her morning coffe.  She was depressed again.  Ever
since that run in with that Rhydon...

(FLASHBACK)

  "Ash!  We're lost again!  Ash?  Hello?"
  "Hmm?  Oh.  I know that.  But it's not my fault, yell at Brock."

  Misty looked around at their surroundings.  Something wasn't
right...something didn't belong.  Huddling closer to Ash, she tried to fight
off her nervousness.  Surprisingly, Ash was also shaking from that same
feeling.

  A rabid albino Rhydon charged at the group.  It was going for Misty.

  "Hey!  White and ugly!  Come and get me!" Ash yelled as he tried to catch
the Rhydon's attention.  It worked.  Ash ran as far as he could, until he came
to a cliff.  Still charging, the Rhydon rammed into Ash, causing them both to
tumble over the side.  Misty caught Ash's hand just in time.  The Rhydon
clung to Ash's legs, not moving.

  "Misty!  Let go!" Ash yelled with tears in his eyes from the pain that
Rhydon was causing his legs.  Misty couldn't let go, she wouldn't!

  "No Ash! I won't!"

  "Misty...you need to!"  Blood was coming from Ash's mangled legs; the
weight of the Rhydon would rip them apart from the stress in a matter of
seconds.

  Ash finally bit Misty's hand, causing him and the Rhydon to tumble 50 feet
to their deaths.  Ash had sacrificed himself for his friends.  And Misty had
watched him die.

(END FLASHBACK)

  Misty cried after her painful memory.  She never told him how much she
loved him.  Fate can be so cruel.  Suddenly, Misty's doorbell rang.  She
opened it to find a medium sized box at her feet.

  Taking her box to the living room, she opened it.  Inside was Ash's
backpack and hat.  Also, and envelope was attached to the backpack.  The
note inside read:

Last Will and Testimate of Ash Ketchum

All possessions are split among family and friends.  I each leave you $1000
and a plot of land. 

Ash Ketchum

  Misty shifted her attention to the backpack.  Opening it, she found old
books.  One small blue book grasped her attention first.  It was the book:
"Queen of the Damned".  Ash's favorite book that he had ever read.  Misty
put her new possessions away, taking a walk down to the Cerulean
Cemetary.

  She walked until she came to a small grave.  She knelt by it, pulling out
Ash's hat.  She placed upon Ash's grave, wishing to be with him.  Ash
Ketchum, you fool, Misty thought.

  "Misty..."

  She cocked her head at the voice.  So familiar...

  "Misty...I'm here..."

  Panic-stricken, she turned her head, looking for the source of the voice.

  "Misty...I love you too..."

  Now Misty felt freaked, how did they know?  She still loved Ash, how did
they know?

  Misty then sees a ghost.  The ghost was Ash.  Still bloody from his fall that
killed him, he sadly smiled at Misty.  All she could do was stare.

  "You'll be with me, but not yet..." Ash said as he faded into the dusk. 
Misty stood there, baffled.  Ash?  Here?

  Many years later, Misty became a woman of eighty.  Still, she waited for
Ash to come.  She watched her many grandchildren play about her front
yard.  She slipped inside and into her bed.  She saw Ash come for her, an
angel.  Leading her away from Earth, she became as young as Ash.  She saw
Mr. And Mrs. Ketchum, Prof. Oak, and her mother and father.  This was her
home now, and she danced with Ash until the dawn.