He held Misty over the cliff.
"One wrong move and the chick gets it," He said.
"Please," Said Ash. "Don't hurt her. I have the money right here." Ash threw a large bag of money at him. He looked through the bag.
"You're five cents short!" He threw her over the cliff. Ash and Brock dove for her. They didn't make it. She plummeted into what seemed to be oblivion.
Ash awoke, drenched in sweat.
"Misty!"
"You had the dream again?" It was Brock.
"Yeah."
"It's just a dream. Misty's fine, see?" He pointed to Misty, snuggled up in her bed.
"Yeah. She's fine. Everything's fine." He went back to sleep.