Ash stepped forward. Ash stepped back.
See Ash step.
Misty, May, Brock and Max watched Ash step forward and back, forward and back.
"Ash," Misty groaned, "just get over it. No matter how many times you do it, the weather will always change whenever you step forward. Oh, there it goes again. See? Works every time."
"It... it defies the laws of logic," muttered Ash. "It's not right. It doesn't make sense." He stepped forward, and snow began to fall. He stepped back, and it stopped.
Exasperated, Misty shouted, "It's not supposed to make sense!"
"But I want it to!"
"Let's just get going and leave Ash behind, okay?" May suggested brightly. "He's like this all the time, you know."
"Yeah, true."
Misty started to leave, then glanced behind again. Ash was still stepping forward and back. And the weather changed with his steps: from snow to clear, clear to snow.
"Ash, dammit, get over here!" Misty stomped back and bodily dragged Ash by the collar toward the rest of their traveling group. Everyone stopped and stared as she gave him a sound beating, then continued dragging him. "Come on, everyone," she panted, still moving. "Let's go. I've got the idiot. He's all right now."
"I'm not... alright... gah..." Ash moaned. "Misty, it hurts. Stoppit. Stop. I want to see the weather change again. Argh, my head..."
Fear lacing their steps, Brock, Max and May followed the Cerulean gym leader into the slowly whitening landscape.
"I really hope he's all right," whispered Brock to Max. "She gave him a concussion once."
Max's eyes widened. From then on, he did not attempt to cross Misty.