Enjoy your stay!

The whole building was glassy like the outside. Every breath echoed on the walls and he dared not speak or his smallest whisper would deafen him. Out of an open door, a determined girl's voice came was heard. Ash peeked inside. A girl wearing jeans and a yellow tee shirt yelled attacks at a Golduck on a field. A scared looking boy tried to defend himself, but the attacks kept coming. A referee decided that the girl won. Recalling her Golduck, she walked away to the door Ash was at. Shocked, Ash jumped back, allowing the girl to enter the hallway.

"Hello," she said, smiling. "Ignore Dahlia. She won't be normal until she has a cigarette or two." Short orange hair fell in spikes around her ears and shook when she spoke. Enormous aqua blue eyes stared hard into his face. The more he looked at her, the more she looked like Misty. With that, he scowled. He wanted no girl who looked like Misty in his sight again, he hated her. Every move she made was detestable; every smile she gave someone else annoyed him. His eyes swam until the girl's face was Misty's and she was barking at him. Hot fire broke through the dam he had tried to secure it in so he wouldn't yell at passing strangers and it coursed through him. Clenching his fists, he waited for the murderous feelings to pass. This girl wasn't Misty! "Want some tea? Lemonade? Coffee?" not-Misty said while walking away.

Skipping to catch up, Ash replied, "Tea would be fine." Ash then had to catch up to the girl who was knowledgably walking quickly through the nondescript glass halls. The floor was smooth like a still pond, every step Ash felt like this one would break the surface and he'd drown. Finally, they reached a kitchen area, and the smooth tile was replaced by wood and the walls were painted in warm colors.

"And this," she laughed, "is where we actually live." One of her hands hovered near the tea kettle that she put on the stove to boil, while the other measured loose tea into a metal tea ball. All the while, she chatted with Ash about everything from Pokémon to traveling. Looking wistfully out the window, she sighed, "I wish I could leave. Ever since I ended my Pokémon journey I can't leave. I guess my sisters think our badge should be the hardest to get. They think I'm the best in a Pokémon battle." With a clink, a tea cup fell on the table near Ash and with another clink the teapot fell right next to it. Every move she made was happy, but each was marked with sadness. As steam rose in gray spirals off his tea, he stifled his desire to learn more about the girl, like what her name was. The silence was broken when not-Misty slammed her fist on the table spilling Ash's tea. "I can't stand this! All day I'm stuck in this Gym where I watch my skin turn pale from lack of sun on every wall, and every day I battle weak defenseless trainers who have nothing better to do but make sure their little whatsit looks cute!" Slowly, Ash laid a hand on her enraged body, and she stopped shaking angrily. "Meet me at the dock tonight. Please, you have no where to go anyway." Yes, Ash thought, I will go with her.