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A shot was heard and in a flash, it was over, and only a stain of blood remained on the Phone 
Booth's window.

3 days later...
A young girl sat on the edge of her bed. She had lovely red hair tied up in a ponytail, and she 
wore a lovely blue night gown. Her navy blue eyes where soaked with tears. Next to her sat a 
Pikachu.
"I can't believe he's really gone," Misty said through her sobbing.
"Pi pikapika pikachu," Pikachu said in a desperate attempt to comfort her.
"I never even got a chance to tell him... to tell him," She sobbed
"Tell me what?" a familliar voice sounded. Misty looked up and saw a boy around her age, 
dressed in completely white clothes. The clothes where so white it looked as if he was 
glowing, and it was hard to tell where one piece of his clothes ended and where the other 
began. His black hair stood in almost every direction. Misty knew exactly who was standing 
there.
"Ash," she cried, "You're alive!" She sprung up to hug him, but the moment she leaned into 
him, expecting the support of a physical body, she fell, and landed face first on her desk.
"Well," Ash began, "Not really." Misty looked up and saw what was hidden from her when 
she was seeing Ash' face.
"You," she gasped, "You've got wings!" She was right, two beautiful white wings where set 
on his back.
"I have to cross over soon," Ash continued, and it wasn't untill now that Misty noticed Ash' 
lips didn't move when he spoke, "But I wanted to talk to you one last time."
"Ash don't forget about me," Pikachu shouted from behind him.
"How could I forget," Ash smiled.
Pikachu, foolishly, tried to run up Ash' shoulder but fell through just like Misty.
Ash and Misty laughed, as Pikachu climbed back up the bed, slightly irritated.
"Ash..." Misty began, but with a simple handgesture Ash silenced her.
"There is no need for words," He said. He moved closer towards her, and pressed his lips 
against hers. Again Misty didn't feel a thing, but the gesture was clear, and she acceptingly 
laid her hand on the image of Ash' cheek. Their lips never seperated and slowly but shurely 
Ash' spirit faded away.
"I shall see you again," Ash' voice sounded, distantly.

The following morning Daisy, without even a trace of her usual cheerfullnes, opened the door 
to Misty's bedroom. Surprised to see only Pikachu gently snoozing she looked around the 
room.
On the desk there was a note:

I'll be gone long before anyone reads this. I followed my heart and it led me to cerulean cape. I 
know what I need to do to be with the one I love.
I shall see you again,
Misty.