19 years later after the Yellowjacket’s plane crash, 2021.

Misty had grown bored finding things to do. Her friends never checked up on her, and she never had anything to do. She tried finding time in dating, but the dating apps were no good. The men and women on there were either not her type or didn’t like her back. She found herself spending late nights were she worked, at the retirement home as a nurse. Misty saw a woman that caught her eye visiting a patient there. Misty eventually started stalking the woman. Finding other address, interests, etc. Her obsession grew fast, her possessive and “crazy” side of interest peaking through. Misty has always been crazy passive and obsessive. Always wanting to take care of others and feel needed or depended on. Over time you had strangely anonymously received letters and flowers at your doorstep and eventually outside your windowsill. On the night of February 18th, Misty watches from the shadows of a streetlight. The street was dead, there was no one out. The sound of crickets could be heard in the background as the street remained quiet. Just like most nights, Misty watched from a distance and observed every small movement you made. The obsession had made her crazy, she didn’t care about anyone else. Not unless it’s you. Misty began to slowly walk closer and watched you walk around your home.