Through what should have no longer been a surprising series of events, Brock and Misty found themselves huddled around Brock's cooking pot, attempting to brew a potion that would break Ash from the effects of Psyduck's confusion attack.

"Okay, the last thing this concoction needs is..." Brock muttered as he carefully read the list of ingredients, "the blood of a virgin." Looking up, he looked toward Misty, whose eyes were narrowed in suspicion. "Can I have some of your blood?"

Misty's face burned with embarrassment. "Um...I'm...um...not a virgin...anymore..." she trailed off, the tips of her ears flushing a bright red.

Brock stared back, his face a blank slate of emotion. "You're not a girl?" he asked her, and that's when she realized they were on two very different pages. Brock and Ash were on their own now. She would be throwing herself off the nearby cliff to what would hopefully be a quick and painless death.

Instead, she wordlessly took one of Brock's cooking knives and poked the tip of it to her finger. She hissed as a cut formed on her finger that began to trickle blood.

"Thanks," Brock said when she let a few drops of blood drip into the cooking pot. Brock handed her the first aid kit before he began to stir the ingredients together slowly. "So," he snickered, a look of amusement on his face, "you're not a virgin anymore. Who..." he began to ask, but then he caught Misty's worried glance toward their sleeping traveling companion. "Oh, I see."