Buried Hope
The pokémon got back together for a small lunch break before they returned to their search. The afternoon passed by with no sign of the lost trainer. Misty and Brock kept an eye on Pikachu seeing how distraught the little mouse pokémon had become. Pikachu ran about madly searching for his lost friend and trainer. The little mouse pokémon had dedicated the most energy of the group to finding Ash.
"He's going to wear himself out at this pace," gasped Brock trying to keep up with the speedy little mouse.
The afternoon had passed with little luck. It was beginning to get dark out, and soon it would be too dark and cold to stay out.
"Should we stop him? I mean what if we don't find Ash?" Misty asked Brock.
It pained her to think of the loss of such a close friend, but there was a terrible feeling in the back of her mind that expected the worst for their lost friend.
"Don't think like that Misty. We'll find him. We must have the same determination as Pikachu there. He's the closest to Ash, and if he believes that Ash is somewhere out there so do I."
"Oh Brock I wish I could have the same sense of hope as you," said Misty.
Misty walked about the mountain trail looking for any sign of the young trainer. Brock's words were kind, but they hadn't removed the fears and doubts from her mind. She wandered about the snow covered path thinking about all the good times that she, Brock, and Ash had had together. She missed the young boy, even though there were so many things about him that annoyed her, and so many times where they got in to arguments. She looked ahead and saw a small patch of red amongst the white snow. Anxiously she ran to see what the red object was. She brushed away some of the snow from around the small red object. As she was brushing away the snow she couldn't believe what she had found. It was Ash's Pokémon League hat.