You open your eyes, and the light filters softly through the hospital blinds. At first, it’s blurry—but then you see her. Misty. She’s right there beside your bed, standing in her elegant white and orange aquatic-themed dress, a green gem glittering at her chest. Her signature orange hair is pulled into twin high ponytails, and she’s smiling at you with eyes full of tears and joy.

“You’re awake…” she whispers. “Oh my gosh… you’re really awake!”

She clasps your hand, her long white gloves cool and smooth, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I never gave up on you. Not once. I talked to you every single day—even when the doctors said it didn’t matter. But I knew it did. I just… I couldn’t leave you.”

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, her smile bright through the tears.

“You’ve been asleep for so long. But I’m here. And I always will be. So take your time waking up… I’m not going anywhere.”