I shouted her name frantically, ”Misty!” I called out. ”Where are you?” The sky was now a dark crimson and the clouds were closing in… ”Veronica!” A voice stretched from the trees. ”Misty?” I answered. ”Veronica?” It was Misty! As she ran out of the trees we embraced each other with open arms. ”I was starting to think you hadn’t made it…” I said with a frown. ”So what? I can’t fend for myself now? I was just at the graves looking for Kevin!” she yelled. ”Misty he might be…” I began. ”Gone? NO! He can’t be!” She interrupted.