The storm still hadn't let up, they were lost and it was too dark and too late to look for help. Brock had gone to sleep, exhausted after an evening of cooking, reassuring scared Pokemon and keeping Ash and Misty from going crazy.
Ash sat by the fire, tossing a few twigs on every now and then to keep it burning. Misty sat against the wall wrapped up in a blanket, hugging her knees and looking either sad or grumpy. One could never tell with her.
He heard her sigh sadly, and he moved over to sit next to her.
"Hey, Misty...just in case we don't make it out of here alive, I wanna apologize for being such a pain in the butt," he said. She frowned and whacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Don't say that!" she scolded. "Everything's going to be just fine...it's gotta be!" But even she seemed to doubt her statement as there were tears in her eyes. "So just...don't talk like that..."
The thunder crashed and the wind roared just then, echoing throughout the small cave. Without thinking, they wrapped their arms around each other and huddled under the blanket. Misty leaned her head against Ash's shoulder.
"We'll be all right," Ash said, if only to quell her fears for a while.
"Yeah..." Misty yawned, closing her eyes. "As long as we stay together, right?"
"Right."
*
The storm passed, and so did the night. The next morning, Brock couldn't help but notice Ash and Misty were acting much cozier with each other than usual as they fed the Pokemon.
"It won't last," he mused.