Ash disappears without a trace one night. Shortly after, a body is found and concluded to be his, and his friends and family are left to go on without him—until, over a year later, someone knocks on Misty's door in the middle of the night. (Pokeshipping)

She needs a vacation, Misty decides. She needs a break, a sabbatical, a holiday. She needs to do some soul searching, needs to find herself in a place that isn't the lobby's couch at 2am doing paperwork and editing the newest play Daisy's cooked up.

“I still can’t believe it though,” Ash mused, seemingly more to himself than to her. “Believe what?” Misty asked him, letting her eyes close. “You. You’ve changed a lot.” Misty bristled defensively. “That better be a compliment Ash Ketchum." AAML