Misty was full of regret in these final hours of her planet's life.She had been all around the world and had seen most of it, she hadn't missed a single opportunity to see all of it. No she was full of regret because she hadn't spent more time at home in New York. As civilians fled to the ships Misty took a moment to take in one last view from the Brooklyn bridge with her favorite wine.
The last time she had done this seemed like ages ago, back when her and Danny were dating. They had had some really good times though Misty didn't like to talk about them. Great sex, fantastic sex as a matter of fact but yet Misty was adamant about never getting back together with him not even if he were the last man in New York.
Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on his door wearing a slinky dress with a tag poking out of it. She never did find a good time to wear it. She took a swig from her bottle as she waited for him to answer the door.