On the dawn of the final day of Misty's visit, you prepared your team for battle. You pep-talked your companions over breakfast.
You arrived at the radio station just in time for the last battle. Misty grinned as she made eye contact. She strode over, and stopped just close enough to whisper in your ear.
"Listen, let's just ditch. I know you're good enough. Let's go!" She locked her arm with yours, and led the way outside.
You walked to the river south of town, and sat on the bank with your feet in the water. It felt strange having water pokemon rub against your bare feet.
"Way more fun, huh? I've already submitted you, don't worry.
You'll be given transportation to Pewter, and make your way around from there!" She explained, as she drew a crude map of Kanto in the silt. "And when you're done? That's your decision!"
You didn't know what to say! You simply embraced Misty, and she returned it with a squeeze. You continued to talk until the water was too cold to stand, which was well into the night.