“Ash? What are you doing? I’m busy at the moment.” the doctor told him, holding a folder in his hand. Ash noticed a couple other doctors in the room that he had been talking to. One of them was Misty.

“Where is my poke’dex?” Ash asked. “What?” the doctor raised his eyebrows. “My poke’dex. Where is it?” Ash asked again, pointing at him.

“I don’t know what your talking about, Ash.” he responded. “I know you have it. Your not gonna hide it from me! Where is it! I want it now!” Ash yelled, spitting in his anger.

The doctor sighed. “Jesus. It hurts me to go through this again…You were never a poke’mon trainer. There is no poke’dex…there never was. The poke’dex is a figment of your imagination to cope with the death of your mother.” the doctor explained.

Ash went into shock. “No…” “I’m sorry.” the doctor apologized.

“Ash. It’s ok.” Misty walked over to him and placed a hand on his left shoulder. He turned to look at her “No it’s not.” then he walked away from her and out the door.

As Ash walked back to his room. He noticed a couple other rooms along the way. Including a computer lab and a storage room.

Ash laid on his bed, his hands behind his head. He starred at the white ceiling above him. The silence was broken when a firm knock at the door was heard. The knocker didn’t wait for Ash’s reply however, as Misty walked into the room.

“You ok, Ash?” she asked. “No.” Ash sat up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, and then walked over to the bed and took a seat next to him.

“Everything. This isn’t what was suppose to happen.” Ash looked down and frowned. “What do you mean?”

“…My mom wasn’t suppose to die. I was suppose to save both of us. That way I’d have a brilliant mind to get me through life on an easier level.” he tried to explain to her.

“What are you talking about?” Misty asked. “…Forget it. I don’t know.” he looked away, saddened.

“That’s why your in here, you’ve no clue.” Misty laughed. “Ha ha.” Ash laughed sarcastically.

“I know what would get you up and about. Let’s go out to dinner, maybe play a little pool.” she suggested. “No thanks.”

“Come on.” Misty pulled him off the bed by his arm. “Ahh.”

The two sat in a restaurant. “Why are you working at the hospital, Misty?” Ash asked. “Again, Ash? Very well. I felt it was and still is my duty to make sure your okay and continue living. that’s why, Mr. Ketchum.” she smiled.

“I thought you wanted to be a great water pokemon master?” “Those days are over. It’s forgotten.” she responded, and took a sip of beer.

“I just feel so bad for you doing what you do.” Ash admitted. “And I you. And also…never once have you told me that in fifteen years. You’ve been acting so weird today.” Misty was puzzled.

“By weird do you mean sane?” Ash asked. “…Yes.” she smiled with a soft giggle escaping. “So I’ve never once told you I feel bad for you?” he asked.

Misty laughed. “No…you always blamed your problems on me. You told me it was my fault your in the hospital. My fault your suicidal, and my fault your mother died.” she smiled again. She began a flashback from just last night.

“Ash, stop.” “No! it’s all your fault you bitch! Stay the fuck away from me!” Ash slammed his door.

“Oh…I’m sorry.” Ash apologized. “Not once have you ever apologized to me.” Misty laughed, a tear of happiness escaped her eye.

“Well now I have. And I mean it. I’ll do it more often too.” he told her, smiling back.

“Well you can find all the answers on the wall to the things you’ve done to me so you can apologize for them.” she winked.

“The drawings?” he asked. “Yeah. You’ll find what your looking for on the walls.” she winked again.

“May I take your order?” a waitress interrupted their conversation. “I’ll have a hamburger!” Ash ordered immediately.

“Wow. You’ve never ordered so quickly, nor a hamburger.” Misty was surprised. “I’m living a new life today.” Ash smiled. “I know.” she smiled back.

The two were back in Ash’s room in the hospital. “Is there anything I can get you before bed?” Misty winked yet again. “Yeah…what do I have in storage?” Ash asked.

“A seashell.” Misty laughed. “Something of use.” he responded, kind of in an upset tone.

“I don’t know. I can show you.” she said. “Show me.”

The storage room door opened and the two walked inside. Misty took his box down from a shelf at the back of the room, straight away from the door. She sat it down to the left and Ash immediately ripped it open and began searching.

There wasn’t much. He pulled out some clothes, the seashell, and…his old journals. “Ok, I’ve got what I was looking for.” he winked at her. She winked back, and placed his box back on to the shelf.

Ash laid in bed reading his old journal entries. But that didn’t work. “Damn it!” he crumpled up the pages, and threw them on the floor. ‘I’m stuck here.” he realized.

Ash flipped the book and noticed some words on the very last page. In blue ink, read “THE WALLS.” He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He ignored it and flipped it back over to the front.

He took out a pen and began writing on an empty page. “I’m in a mental hospital. I have no poke’dex. My journals don’t work. Is this it? Is this the life I was meant to live? There has to be a way out of this.” he finished.

Then, Ash noticed blood coming out of a wound in his foot. The same foot where he stepped on the seashell and in the exact same spot. “But…I thought I did that in a different life.” he was puzzled.

24 hours later…Ash and Misty sat on one of the three couches in the TV room of the mental hospital. They were watching Scrubs. “J.D gets me so hot.” Misty squealed, and then laughed.

“Misty, why are you still here?” Ash ignored the show. “Huh?” “Do you live here with the crazy?” he asked.

Misty laughed. To Ash, it seemed like she was always jolly, always laughing. “No. I’ve got my own house and a life outside this place. But I work all day Tuesdays. You know that.” she responded with more laughing coming at the end of her response.

“Right.” Ash nodded. They continued watching the show in silence. When it ended, Ash was the first to speak.

“You seem to only hang out with me. Am I the least crazy person here?” he asked. “You’re my main patient. The reason I’m here.” she explained.

“I’m sorry.” Ash apologized. “Stop apologizing. Things are fine.” she told him. “No they’re not. I’m keeping us both locked away here.”

“Ash, stop.” she told him. “I can’t. and I can’t change anything anymore. And in that case there’s something I need to tell you…” he calmed.

“Yes…” Misty looked into his eyes. “Misty…I’m in love with you. I have been for fifteen years and I can’t deny it any longer.” he finally admitted. “Ash…it can’t work.” she looked away, fixing her eyes back to the TV.

“Misty please. I am so in love with you. I’m not really a crazy person. Stamp me with a ‘sane’ stamp and let’s get out of here. We’ll get married, have babies, watch them grow, and die an old couple together.” he pleaded her, his eyes becoming misty.

Misty let tears of her own drip down her cheeks. Ash wiped the tears away…and leaned in to kiss her. They shared for a few seconds before Ash lied them both down on to the couch. There they made out with passion for several minutes. Then Misty lifted her head up to stop the kissing. Ash did not stop, as he continued kissing her neck.

“I have a boyfriend…” Misty broke the moment up. Ash stopped…and got up off of her. “Oh…” he became very sad and very cold.

“I’m sorry.” Misty apologized. There was an awkward silence. Then she got up off the couch. “I have to go.” she left the room, leaving Ash stunned once again.

Ash went to bed crying that night. He cried for hours, before finally resting his eyes.

Yeah, I don't know if I can face the night
I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you
I want your love - Let's break the walls between us
Don't make it tough - I'll put away my pride
Enough's enough I've suffered and I've seen the light


Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right


Don't know what I'm gonna do
About this feeling inside
Yes it's true - Loneliness took me for a ride
Without your love - I'm nothing but a begger
Without your love - a dog without a bone
What can I do I'm sleeping in this bed alone


Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right

(- “Angel” by Aerosmith-)

Ash sat in bed in the morning after he woke up. He pressed the signal button to summon Misty. Not long after a man in white walked in. “Yes, Number 0-3-4-8?” he asked, a white folder in his arms.

“Where’s Misty?” Ash asked, confused. “You know she doesn’t work on Wednesdays. Now what do you want?” he asked.

“Could you get me a muffin?” Ash randomly asked, because he did not expect anyone else to respond to his call other than Misty.

Five minutes later the man returned with a muffin and handed it to Ash. When the man left, Ash placed the muffin down on his bed and revealed to us the man’s keys that Ash had swiped swiftly.

He snuck out of his room and walked down the hall. He came to the room he was looking for. It was the computer lab. He unlocked the door with the key and walked in. he turned on a computer in the front row and clicked on Internet Explorer. He frowned however, when it asked for his ID and password.

He entered his ID number first, 0348. All Ash could do now was guess his password. His first guess was ‘Misty’ and it would be the right guess. He went to Google and typed in his search: “Brock Slate”

A few results popped up, along with pop ups about ‘Poke’mon Breeding.’ One article caught his eye.

“Pewter City Gym Leader to be replaced by brother.” He read into it. “Pewter City’s long time gym leader Brock Slate is killed in the collapse of his own gym.” that line made Ash’s blood run cold.

“Oh my god…this can’t be it. Everyone’s lives are still screwed up.” he denied the life he was living.

The door to the lab opened and there stood a security guard. “Hey! You know you can’t be in here! Come with me!” the guard grabbed Ash by the arm and pulled him out the door.

Ash now stood back in the head doctor’s office in between the doctor and the security guard, his head down. “Well Ash, you’ve really been acting in a very interesting manner the last couple days. This morning is no exception. But unfortunately I am going to have to punish you for your behavior.”

Ash raised his head to look at the head and male doctor speaking. “You will be sent to your room where you may not exit for any purpose but to use the bathroom.” the doctor described his punishment.

“What?! That’s not fair!” Ash argued. “Don’t raise your voice Ash. You’ll do as told.” “I’m not ten years old anymore. I’m twenty-five damn it!” Ash raised his voice now.

“As long as your in this facility your no more a mature adult than something-something. Look, I’m very busy right now. Take him away.” the doctor ordered the guard. Ash was quickly taken to his room by the guard.

Ash sat on his bed, looking at a photo of Misty and himself on the desk. He picked up the framed photo and wiped his hand over the photo. Then, he threw it at the wall, the glass shattered.

“Fuck!!!” he began banging his fists against the mattress of his bed. “Fuck this shit!” Ash traded his fists with his head, continuously banging his crown against the mattress.

When Ash deceased from throwing the fit, he noticed his journal on the floor beside the bed. He picked it up and noticed the last page again. Which read “THE WALLS” in blue ink. Ash began thinking…a flashback in his head got him thinking about his next actions

“you can find all the answers on the wall.” Misty told him. “The drawings?” Ash asked. “You’ll find what your looking for.” she continued.

Ash snapped out of the flashback. He examined the many drawings on the wall he had drawn. He noticed one of Misty standing next to her bike. He started having more flashback visuals.

“That’s my bike!” Misty shouted. “I’ll bring it back some day.” Ash said, facing back as he pedaled off.

“My bike. I’m holding you responsible for my bike.” Misty said nervously. “It’s cause of this bike that I met Ash.” Misty said, walking her bike with Togepii inside the basket. “I’m only staying with you because you still owe me a bike.” she told him, her arms crossed.

Ash turned his attention to another drawing. It was the one with his mom, Misty, the seashell, and the poke’dex. “What are you drawing?” Misty asked, leaned over. “My mom, you, a seashell…” the flashback played.

“That’s it!” Ash jumped up excited as he had discovered an answer.

A calendar on Ash’s wall revealed it was a Thursday in May and his alarm clock down on the shelf revealed it was three PM. He picked up the assist button and summoned Misty.

Misty arrived shortly with her ever present smile. “What’s up Ash?” she asked, taking a seat next to him on the bed. “I see you got in trouble.”

“Yeah.” he answered. ‘If I can steal her key I can get out of here.’ he thought to himself.

“So what do you want?” she asked. “Uh…I just wanted a hug from you.” “Oh…ok. Very well then.” Misty smiled and the two both hugged.

Ash reached down to her hips to grab the key he had seen on her belt earlier. But he found his hands exploring her lower, as the key could not be felt. Misty pulled away, startled.

“Ash I told you we’re not happening.” she reminded him. “Sorry.” Ash apologized. “You’ve got naughty hands…now I have to go do some paper work. I’ll pay another visit later.” she said, and headed out the room. “Bye.” she waved before exiting the door.

“Damn. Her key was there. Where did it go?” he was confused. He sighed and fell back wards on his bed. But instead of a soft landing, there was instant pain in his back. “Son-of-a-bitch.”

He put a hand beneath him and pulled out the object that caused his pain. It was a key chain, round with little spikes, blue in color. And on the chain was a key. “She dropped it.” Ash realized.

His clock now read 11:59PM…and now 12:00AM. He picked up the key, ready to go. “Ok. Here I go. This is it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll be portrayed more crazy than I am now. So here I go, here I go.” he unlocked his door, and opened it. He stepped out into the dark empty hall, and walked down it.

I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it

He continued walking down the hall. When a door opened and out walked an officer. “Hey! Where the hell do you think your going?!” the officer asked, standing less than ten feet away from him.

“Eh…huh!” Ash chucked a muffin at the officer and took off running the direction he came from. The officer started after him, and pulled out his walkie. “I’ve got a C! repeat. C1 in H7, requesting assistance.” The officer called for back up.


Help me carry on
Assure me it's ok to use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness
Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it

I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what I’ve been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

Many more guards and officers joined the chase on Ash. Fortunately Ash had a large lead. He reached his destination, also. The storage room. He unlocked the door and went inside. He pushed heavy boxes on the floor in front of the door to block anybody from coming in.

(So when and how will I know?)
How much further do I have to go?
And how much longer till I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
In front of me

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it

I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what I’ve been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
(‘Crawling in the Dark’ by Hoobastank)

The rest of the party caught up with Ash, who was already inside the room. “Get out of there you crazy bastard!” the guard began banging on the door, other men trying to push the door open.

Soon Dr. Brown(that head doctor, a little late for a name intro, huh? Oh well) and Misty arrived at the scene. “Wait. don’t. let me talk to him.” Misty pleaded to the men.

Ash, meanwhile inside was trying to find his box up on the shelf. But he could not find it, as it was missing from the shelf. “What the hell? The climax isn’t gonna be very exciting without it.” he said, with his teeth together.

“Ash. You can do it. I believe in you.” he heard Misty say on the other side of the door. Ash looked down to his left where his box sat with a note atop it. He kneeled down to the box.

He picked up the note and read it. “Ash: I’m terribly sorry for everything that has happened. I know. I believe in you. I know you have the ability to alter our lives. I could never come out and tell you there was another way to do that. The reason being my boyfriend wouldn’t let me because he didn’t want to lose me. But you need to do this. I believe you can make life better for us. So I’ve lead you here. Good luck. Love Misty.”

The writing was in blue ink, and the same hand writing from his journal. “THE WALLS.” “You’ll find what your looking for on the wall.” Misty told him. “I’m living a new life today.” Ash told her. “I know.” Misty responded with a smile. We see in the flashback, Misty placing the key behind Ash when the two sat on the bed.

“She knew all along…” Ash reached into the box and held the seashell in his hand. His flashbacks started yet again.

“Just hold the seashell I gave you. It will remind you of the good times we shared.” a very young Misty told him.

“I want to go back in time. Go back to crucial moments in my life. Maybe change them for the better.” Ash told his room mate, Bryan.

“I wish I could change my life and make it better for Misty and myself.” Ash said on a shooting star. Thousands more followed afterwards.

“The next life is gonna be sweet. You’ll see.” Ash told her “I’m gonna change your life.” he said.

“Take a look around. Thanks for this shit hole!” Misty yelled at him.

“Every time I change the past things get worse.” he said, sitting up on the diving board in the Cerulean Gym.

“You’ll find what your looking for.” Misty told him, the two sitting at a restaurant table. “Sorry.” Ash apologized.

“I just want something special.” a five year old Ash answered a seven year old Misty. “Here you to. Hope it’s special.” Misty handed him a seashell and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you again.” Ash held up the piece of paper with those words for Misty to see through the car window as he was driven off.

“I’m only staying with you cause you still owe me a bike.” she crossed her arms. “Misty…your bike’s there.” Ash looked back in the direction of her bike…

The flashbacks had ended, and he now felt his surroundings. He was under water, struggling to breathe. Then, a tug at his shirt soon ended his struggle as he was pulled from the water onto the shore.

“Nah, it’s just a kid. Ooh and a poke’mon. oh are you ok?” she asked. “I think so. He’s breathing.” Ash looked down to the pikachu in his arms.

“Well you have to get it to a poke’mon center right away.” she told him, the two both standing, facing each other. “Ok I will.” he looked in the direction of Viridian City…and then turned his attention on Misty’s bike.

He ran over to it, and placed a hand on one of the handle bars. “What are you doing?” Misty asked him, getting ready to explode with rage.

Ash looked at the bike, and then into Misty’s eyes. He watched her for a few seconds, and then looked back down to the bike. Then he pushed the bike down to the ground, and ran off towards the center.

“Hey!” Misty yelled, running to her bike. “I’ll see you again!” Ash shouted as he ran off, not looking back, for the spearow’s were near. Misty raised her eyebrows “What a weird kid.”

Ash continued running with Pikachu badly hurt in his arms. “This is for the best. I guess.” he cried, still running. The spearows hot on his tail…

Ash opened his eyes. He faced a white wall with a framed picture of him and his poke’mon. he had many more poke’mon than he used to have, including a dragonite. He looked down beside him and saw Pikachu sleeping. He heard a noise behind him and turned around.

His eyes were greeted by Brock, sitting on a chair not far from his bed. He was tying his shoes. “Hey, your awake. You gotta go get some breakfast and then get ready for your battle.” Brock told him, finishing the tying of his shoes.

“Huh?” Ash was confused for the millionth time in a short time. “Just get dressed.” Brock got up and went to the window. Ash began seeing images of the prior events in his life.

“Your pikachu is as good as new.” Nurse Joey smiled at him. “Thanks, Nurse Joy.” he thanked her. “Have you seen that poster?” she asked him, looking at a poster on the wall behind him.

It was the Pokemon League poster. “All right!” Ash clenched his fists, ready to take it on.

“Here’s your Boulder Badge, Ash.” Brock handed him the badge. “All right!” Ash held it up, to show it off.

“I wish I could travel on my own pokemon journey and get some fresh air.” Brock told Ash, the two situated by a river. “Now you can, Brock.” Flint, his father approached them.

“Wanna come traveling with me?” Ash asked. “That would be awesome.” Brock nodded, and the two shook hands.

“Like you’ve finally proved yourself worthy as a great water pokemon trainer, Misty.” Daisy complemented her little sister. “Thanks.” Misty smiled.

“We should go into the pokemon agent business, Misty.” Starn suggested. “Ok.” Misty smiled once again in her response.

“And Ash will advance to the final match to try and claim his Pokemon Master title.” the announcer broadcasted over the speakers of the stadium after Ash’s victory. “Congratulations, Ash.” Brock greeted him with a hug.

Ash snapped back into his bed when Brock shook him softly. “You ok? You haven’t said anything in awhile.” “Where’s Misty?” Ash asked his friend.

“…Huh?…whose Misty?” Brock puzzled. Ash froze when Brock asked the question. “You bring home so many girls I forgot most their names. Except for Denise and Katie.” Brock smiled.

Ash saw a poster on the door that read ‘Pokemon League Finals Trainer Hotel Paradise.’ then he noticed a piece of paper on a desk. He got out of bed and walked over to it. He unfolded the sheet, it read ‘I’ll see you again.’

“Well are you gonna get ready?” Brock asked, getting impatient with his friend. “Yeah. In a sec.” Ash waved him off. He found his poke’dex in a drawer and put it in his pocket.

The two stood outside in front of a trash can. Ash took out his poke’dex and threw it into the trash can. He pulled out a lighter next, preparing to light the can on fire.

“You sure about this? You’ll lose all your poke’mon info.” Brock reminded him. Ash smiled… “I’m losing more than just that.” he lit the contents on fire, and they watched it burn.
May your smile (may your smile)
Shine on (shine on)

Ash walked out of a restaurant, into a crowd of people walking along the sidewalk. He held a cell phone close to his ear. “No. no. yes. You’ll be here then? Promise? Ok. I love you too Mom.” Ash pushed ‘end’ while struggling to walk through the crowd, bumping into people.
Don’t be scared (don’t be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm
Then he bumped into a woman, causing the two to both drop their cell phones. “Hey! Watch where your going ass hole!” the long haired red headed woman yelled at him. “Sorry.” he apologized.

The two leaned down to get their phones. Ash watched the woman walk off with her phone. He picked up his and turned around to his destination. He looked at the photo on the cover of the phone and realized he had the wrong phone. The photo showed a picture of that familiar seashell Misty gave him as a child.

He went wide eyed. He turned to look behind him…and right there facing him was the woman…Misty. “…Ash?” she asked. “Misty…?” the two pulled into a hug and kissed their hearts out.
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Get up (get up)
Come on (come on)
Why you scared? (Im not scared)
You’ll never change
What’s been and gone

Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out

Were all of us stars
Were fading away
Just try not to worry
You’ll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out

(“Stop Crying Your Heart Out” by Oasis)