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Chapter 45: The Inner Light
JUNE, 1995...
Two eight-year-olds sat by the well.
"If anyone ever bullies us," said Cloud, "I'm gonna punch him in the belly, and kick him in the butt, and break his nose, and break his two feet, and break open his skull so I can see his brain!"
"I'll just tell an adult," Tifa insisted.
PRESENT DAY
Cid, Barret, and Red XIII disembarked the Highwind and entered Mideel. The town was as they had left it; old people going about their daily lives.
The clinic was still in the same spot. As the group was halfway towards it, the door opened, and a familiar face stepped out.
"Hey everyone," Tifa greeted.
"Hey, Tifa," Barret greeted back.
"How is he?" asked Red XIII.
"Still the same," she replied sadly.
"Any progress at all?" Barret asked.
"I've tried everything," she hopelessly replied. "I told him stories of our childhood. I even showed him pics of his mom." She sighed. "But nothing worked."
With that, she retreated to the interior of the clinic, where Cloud continued to sit. She did not want to cry in front of everyone. Of course, everyone knew full well how she felt.
Cid, Red XIII, and Barret followed her in.
"Guys..." she began.
She couldn't finish. The tears that she had been trying to hold in began to gush from her brown eyes. She no longer cared who saw her.
"It's not fair," she sobbed. "He doesn't deserve to spend the rest of his life like this."
Red XIII was the first to speak.
"Tifa," he began. "Maybe..."
And then, without warning, the ground began to shake.
Tifa, caught off-guard, fell to the ground. She quickly climbed to her feet.
And then, to her shock, Cloud spoke.
"They're coming!" he shouted.
"What?!" she exclaimed.
He then made a noise.
"What did you say, Cloud!?" exclaimed Cid.
Cloud responded with a meaningless noise.
"Damn," muttered Cid. "What the hell's goin' on!?"
A shadow cast itself over the clinic. A moment later, it was gone.
"No way," Tifa gasped. "Is this..."
Just then, the doctor ran into the clinic.
"This isn't good!" he exclaimed. "It's big!"
"I hate earthquakes!" the nurse shouted.
"I think this is beyond an earthquake," Cid grunted as he ran outside.
Outside, he saw streams of green coming from the ground.
"What's this?" he demanded. "The Lifestream is gushing up from below the surface of the earth!"
And then, overhead, flew the creature.
"Damn, that's..."
He knew exactly where he had seen it before. When all hell broke loose.
"This is bad!"
Meanwhile, Tifa had poked her head outside the door to see what was going on. "Cid!" She shouted. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" he lied. "You and Cloud get inside quick!"
And then, she saw the visitor.
"But I..." she began to protest.
"Hey, don't worry about a thing," he interrupted. "I ain't about to die that easily."
She quickly resigned herself. She knew this was not her place at the moment. Right now, her job was to protect her friend.
"Be careful!" she called as she disappeared into the clinic.
A moment later, Barret and Red XIII rushed out of the clinic.
"Okay, here I go!" Cid announced. "Watch this!"
Cid, Barret, and Red XIII quickly braced themselves. A moment later, Cid hurled his spear at the intruder.
Weapon quickly knocked the spear with its wing, causing it to land harmlessly on the ground.
"Damn!" Cid shouted. "That fuckin' Weapon! Of all the times to show up!" He quickly picked up his spear.
The Weapon let out a hideous screech, and flew down to attack.
Cid armed his spear. "Okay then, come on!" he shouted. "You bitch!"
And then, it turned to the sky, and flew away.
Cid stood there, spear still armed, almost humiliated. "You fucker!" he shouted. "You tryin' to escape?"
"Damn, man," Barret added. "Just a little bit more an' I woulda smashed him."
And then, the quaking was suddenly gone.
"It looks like the Lifestream has settled as well," Red XIII observed.
Almost on cue, the ground began to shake again, only this time more intensely than before.
"Damn, you gotta be kiddin'!" Cid shouted. "This is bad! The main stream is kickin' up! Somethin' way bigger than that last one is on its way!"
"We'll stop it!" Red XIII assured him.
"No good!" Cid retorted. "Get outta here!"
"But what about Tifa and Cloud!?" Red XIII protested.
"Goddammit!" Cid exclaimed. "You don't have time to worry about anyone other than yourself! You don't know when that stream'll blow!"
The ground trembled.
"Whoa!" he yelled. "There's no time, hurry!"
Barret, Red XIII, and Cid made their way for the town's exit. As Cid passed the clinic, he saw a familiar face poking her head out of the window.
"Tifa! Cloud!" he shouted as he ran. "Get outta here!"
Inside the clinic, Tifa could see even the elderly running for their lives, and could feel the reasons why.
"This is bad," she said. "The tremors are getting worse."
She then looked up to see the ceiling begin to crack, with the debris getting ready to fall on the ailing Cloud.
"Wait a minute, Cloud!" she hollered as she ran over him.
As soon as she reached him, the debris came falling from the ceiling.
Before she had time to think carefully, she threw her body over Cloud's. A moment later, a piece of the ceiling struck her shoulder, as smaller pieces landed on her head and back.
Tifa cried out in pain. It was almost too difficult to bear, but Cloud was unhurt. She had protected him.
Just then, the doctor entered.
"Doctor!" she shouted. "Shouldn't we move him somewhere rather than stay here?"
"It might be safer to take refuge in a wide open space," he replied.
"Duh," she whispered.
Realizing time was short, she grabbed the wheelchair by the handles and started to wheel it, along with its occupant, towards the exit.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Cloud," she assured him as they began to move. "I'll see to it that you get somewhere safe."
At that moment, another piece of the ceiling fell, only this time landing on the floor.
"No!" shouted the doctor. "The structure can't take it! Hurry!"
"Yes!" Tifa agreed. "Ready Cloud? We're leaving now!"
She quickly pushed him outside, running as fast as she could. She eyed the town's exit; that was her destination.
She did not see what was behind her. Slowly, the ground behind her began to disappear. It started at a small space, and then in grew around her, collapsing faster and faster as it grew.
She did not notice until she took another step, and did not feel the ground beneath her. A moment later, she felt herself falling. Looking up, she noticed that Cloud was falling as well.
And then, everything went dark.
A FEW MOMENTS LATER...
"Where am I?" Tifa asked herself. "What's happening?"
She rose to her feet and looked around. She was in an empty void. All was black, as far as her eyes could see. It was the same in each direction she looked. It stayed that way for several minutes. Then, slowly, a world began to materialize around her.
But this was a strange world indeed. There was a green tint all around, with a few landmasses here and there.
It was some kind of limbo. A purgatory inside the Lifestream.
"Where am I?" she asked herself again.
She could see three ghostly figures of Cloud; one to the north, one to the west, and a third to the south. To the east was a dark, black cloud. And imposing itself above her was a large, ghostly figure of her spiked-haired friend, clutching his head in agony.
"Cloud!?" she called out to the large astral projection.
There was no response; the projection made no movements.
"What is it, Cloud?" she continued to ask. "What is this?"
There was still no response from the large astral Cloud. She did notice, however, that the smaller ghosts were looking directly at her.
"Is this the inside of your dreams?" she asked. "Or is it your subconscious?"
All three smaller ghosts shrugged their shoulders in unison.
"You're searching, aren't you Cloud?" Tifa continued. "Searching for yourself."
Each ghost nodded.
"I can help, too," she said. "We'll work together to try and get the real you back!" She glanced at each small Cloud. "But where do we start?"
She paced around for a few moments, looking at each small Cloud. Finally, she approached the Cloud standing to the north.
"The gates of Nibelheim," began the Cloud. "Five years ago, Sephiroth passed through these gates, and that's how it all started."
At that moment, Nibelheim began to materialize behind him.
"It connects to Nibelheim?" Tifa observed. "That's right. It's probably best to start from there. Let's go have a look, Cloud. I know it's not easy, but I'll be right with you."
With that, she entered her home town.
"Cloud, look," she began, as she pointed to all of the features. "Here's the well. And that's Gramps' Inn, too." She then pointed to the truck. "The only truck in town. It's been here since we were little kids, right?"
"Right," Cloud replied. "I remember old Hoss' alternator died and he never replaced it. So the truck just sat there and decayed."
Tifa smiled, and gave Cloud and optimistic look. "This is the Nibelheim you remember, right? It's the same as my Nibelheim. That's why this place is our Nibelheim."
Cloud nodded, and disappeared.
Tifa gasped in horror. What was that all about?
Then Cloud reappeared next to the truck.
She sighed in relief. It seemed many things would disappear and reappear in this world. "Five Years ago," she continued, "two men from SOLDIER came. Sephiroth, and a young and vibrant soldier. Can you tell me again what happened?"
Cloud pointed to the town entrance.
Sephiroth appeared and turned around. "How does it feel?" he asked.
"Five years ago, I saw the real Sephiroth for the very first time," Tifa commented.
Sephiroth continued to speak as if Tifa was not there. "It's your first time back to your hometown in a long time, right? So how does it feel? I wouldn't know because I don't have a hometown."
"Umm... how 'bout your parents?" asked Cloud.
"So this is the great Sephiroth," Tifa said.
"My mother is Jenova," Sephiroth continued. "She died right after she gave birth to me. My father...what does it matter? All right, let's go."
"But to tell you the truth," the alto recalled, "I thought he was very cold. I remember I felt a foreboding about him."
At that moment, the Cloud sitting on the truck got up and walked over to his counterpart in the flashback. And an unknown force pushed him away, knocking him to the ground.
His raven-haired friend sighed and shook her head.
"No, Cloud," she began sadly. She looked into his eyes. She did not want to tell him. But now was the time. He would not be able to move forward unless she did.
"I've been hiding it for some time," she continued. "Afraid that if I told you, something terrible might happen. But, I'm not going to hide anything anymore."
The players from the flashback disappeared as Tifa helped Cloud to his feet and gave him a sincere look.
"You weren't here," she continued. "Cloud did not come to Nibelheim five years ago."
She then pointed to the gate. Her fifteen-year-old counterpart was pacing around by the town entrance.
"I waited," she continued. "But Cloud never came. The two that were ordered here were Sephiroth and another person."
Meanwhile, the teenaged Tifa looked out in the distance to see four men approaching. One was Sephiroth. Two were soldiers. And the fourth...
"All right, let's go," ordered Sephiroth.
The two soldiers followed, along with the fourth man. It was the same black-haired man that Sephiroth had shown them at the North Pole.
"You mean that member of SOLDIER who came with Sephiroth wasn't Cloud?" asked Cloud.
"There's nothing I can say," replied Tifa as she closed her eyes.
Cloud hung his head in sadness. Then he disappeared.
"You must find the answer yourself," she continued. "If you can't, then you..." She sighed. She did not want to finish. "Take your time, Cloud. Slowly, little by little, okay?"
Then scene faded, and Tifa found herself back in the same limbo as before. The north Cloud was nowhere to be seen, but the Clouds to the west and south were still there.
As was the dark cloud to the east.
As he was the nearest, she visited the Cloud to the west.
All at once, the another scene materialized.
"That starry night at the well," the Cloud began. "And our promise that night. What if the memory was just a lie?"
Tifa looked into his eyes.
"Don't hurry, Cloud," she commanded. "Don't answer too quickly. Just keep checking all those small emotions and it'll come back. Slowly, and little by little, like the sky that night. The heavens were filled with stars."
Everything then went dark.
"From the beginning, okay?" Tifa instructed.
The scene rematerialized, leaving Cloud and Tifa to watch over their younger selves sitting at the well.
"Try and remember, Cloud," she said. "I was wearing these clothes. That's you, too. You were so small then."
She then sat down next to her thirteen-year-old self, who did not seem to notice.
"And cute," she added, trying not to blush. "Sephiroth once said that. Cloud made up his memories by listening to my stories. Did you imagine this sky?"
The adult Cloud shrugged.
"No, you remembered it," Tifa corrected. "That night the stars were gorgeous. It was just Cloud and I. We talked at the well. That's why I continued to believe that you were the real Cloud."
She stood up.
"I still believe you're the Cloud from Nibelheim," she began. "But you don't believe in yourself. These memories aren't enough."
As she spoke those words, everything and everyone, Cloud included, faded away. Tifa once more found herself in the limbo. Only the Cloud to the south remained, along with that ominous black cloud to the east.
"Cloud," she began, addressing the figure to the south, "what about your other memories?"
The Cloud to the south scratched his head.
"No, not memories," she corrected herself. "A memory is something that has to be consciously recalled, right?"
The southern Cloud nodded.
"That's why sometimes it can be mistaken for a different thing. But it's different from a memory locked deep within your heart. That's why it must be a fake. If you could recall up that memory..."
Before she could finish, a younger version of Tifa appeared to the south. She had her head down, and was wearing a green dress. She was twelve years old.
"That's it!" the adult Tifa exclaimed hopefully. "What about some memory that has to do with me? I say something and you don't remember it. But if you say something, and I remember it, too, then we'll know that's our memory."
The southern Cloud nodded again.
"Talk to me," she commanded. "About anything, some important memory to you. Now that you mention it, why did you want to join SOLDIER in the first place? I always thought it was a sudden decision you made."
"I was devastated," the southern Cloud replied. " I wanted to be noticed. I thought if I got stronger, I could get someone to notice."
"Someone to notice you?" asked Tifa. "Who?"
"Who?!" answered the southern Cloud sarcastically. "You know who!"
She stood silently. He's not going to say who I think he's going to say, she thought.
"You!" he exclaimed. "That's who!"
"Me?!" she replied. "Why!?" Did he feel about me the way I feel about him?
"Did you forget about those days?" asked the southern Cloud.
"I'm sorry," Tifa apologized. "But what are you talking about?
"No, it's all right," Cloud said. "You were having a hard time back then. Your dad was cheating on your mom. You were so busy with your own things, it's only natural you don't remember me back then."
"Back then?" asked Tifa as she approached the southern Cloud.
"It's important to me," he began. "I hate to say it, but it's a very important memory. Do you want to see it? Come on, hurry. It's a sealed up secret. A wish. Tender memories no one can ever know."
Suddenly, a window appeared above the twelve-year-old Tifa.
"Do you know where this window goes to, Tifa?"
She shook her head.
"Fine. I'll go."
And then, familiar wooden walls and flooring appeared around the window.
"My room?" she asked.
"It was my first time there," he replied.
"Was it?" asked Tifa.
"I only used to look up at it from outside," Cloud said.
Tifa gazed at her younger self. As she did so, Johnny and two other boys appeared beside her. Outside the window, the young Cloud could be seen running towards the house.
"Hey, look!" Johnny announced. "Cloud's coming! You think he wants to come in?"
The twelve-year-old Tifa looked up and shook her head. Her throat hurt from crying, and couldn't speak.
"Was that the first day you came into my room?" asked the adult Tifa. "That's right. We lived next to each other. But I really didn't know you that well. I've known you since we were children and always thought we were close. Now that you mention it, I don't recall you ever being in my room."
"Tifa always used to be with this three-some," Cloud added.
"That's right," she replied.
"I used to think they were all stupid," said Cloud.
"What!?" exclaimed Tifa.
"You were all childish, laughing at every little stupid thing."
"But we were children, back then," she said. "Besides, I didn't even like them. Johnny was always trying to get into my pants. It was disgusting."
"I know," Cloud replied. "I'm the one that was stupid. I really wanted to play with everyone, but I was never allowed into the group. Then later I began to think I was different. That I was different from those immature kids." He sighed. "That then, maybe, just maybe, they would invite me in. I thought that might happen, so I hung around. I was so prejudiced and weak. That night I called Tifa out to the well, I thought to myself 'Tifa would never come that she hated me.'"
"Yeah," she replied. "It was so sudden. I was a bit surprised. It's true that we weren't THAT close at the time, after what happened at the dance and all, but after you left town, I really thought about you a lot."
"Really?" asked Cloud.
Tifa nodded. "I used to wonder how Cloud was doing. I wondered if Cloud was able to get into SOLDIER? I started reading the newspapers, thinking that there might be an article about you."
She then turned her attention to the odd scene unfolding.
"What happened on this day?" she asked. "Was it a special day?" And then, she noticed how red the twelve-year-old Tifa's eyes were. That red eyes only get when they had been crying long and hard.
"This was the day," Cloud replied. "Tifa's mother..."
A tear rolled down the adult Tifa's cheek. She knew exactly what day it was.
"The day Mom died," she choked, finished for him.
"I want to see mom," sobbed the twelve-year-old Tifa as she got up from her spot and walked out of her room. Cloud was standing in the doorway, but she walked right by him as if he was not there. She droned her way downstairs and ignored her father, who seemed to care minimally of the situation, talking to the paramedics and coroner. She walked outside, ignoring everybody in the village, including the firefighters cleaning up after putting out the fire of the exploded car, and the red body bag, containing the remains of Claire Lockheart, stretched on the gurney.
Tifa soon found herself at the base of the mountain, with Johnny and the other two trailing behind her.
"I wonder if there's anything beyond the mountain," she said as she continued to sob.
"Mount Nibel is scary," Johnny said. "Many people have died there. No one crosses that mountain alive."
"How about those that died?" she asked. "Did mama pass through the mountains?"
Johnny gave her a shrug.
"I'm going!" she announced.
The two companions, at this point, turned and left. They had decided that risking their lives for this was much less than worth it.
Johnny continued to follow Tifa until they arrived at the rope bridge.
She stopped. She began to slowly regain her senses. She had heard of rope bridges before, but had never actually seen one. It did not look safe. She could not even decide what looked weaker; the wood she would need to walk on or the rope that sustained it. She began to realize it would not be a good idea.
Johnny, meanwhile, stood behind her. He had not come to console her. At least that was not the main reason he had come.
Now was his chance. Briefly, he looked around to see if anyone was looking, failing to see Cloud hiding behind a rock. He then lowered his hand to the bottom of Tifa's dress and began to lift it.
She quickly smacked his hand away before her panties were exposed.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" she exclaimed.
"You need to get your mind off of the situation," Johnny said.
"You are sick, Johnny!" she cried.
"Come on," Johnny insisted as he reached for her dress again.
"I'm telling!" she snapped as she began to run.
She thought she could escape, but, once again, she had lost her ability to think carefully. Johnny was behind her. The bridge was in front of her. Neither side was ideal.
But the bridge was not trying to take advantage of her.
Onto the bridge she ran. But when she reached the middle, she stopped. She looked back, and noticed that Johnny had run off. That was now a lesser concern. She had also noticed that some of the wood had broken under her feet. And she noticed that the rope was beginning to give way.
Cloud, without thinking twice, ran out from his hiding place and darted to rescue his friend. He took three steps onto the bridge and...
As the adult Tifa watched, the scene faded to the fourteen-year-old Cloud and twelve-year-old Tifa laying on the hard stone ground. The former was half-conscious; the latter was out cold.
"I don't remember the path I walked," Cloud said. "Tifa missed her step. I ran to her, but didn't make it in time. Both of us fell off the cliff. Back then, I only scarred my knees but...
As the adult Tifa continued to watch, she could see Brian and her Uncle Ralph approach the fallen children.
Uncle Ralph quietly picked up Tifa and walked away.
Brian's attention was elsewhere.
"Cloud!" he exclaimed, shaking his fist. "Why'd you bring Tifa to a place like this? What the hell's the matter with you!? What if she dies!?"
Brian then turned and walked away, leaving the injured Cloud alone.
"Tifa was in a coma for seven days," he continued. "We all thought she wouldn't make it. If only I could've saved her. I was so angry."
Tifa looked at him.
"Angry at myself for my weakness. Ever since then, I felt Tifa blamed me. I got out of control. I'd get into fights not even caring who it was."
"It wasn't your fault," she said. "I never blamed you."
"Your father did," Cloud reminded her. "To the point he would never let me see you. That's why I sat away from you when President Shinra came to school."
"I remember that, too," Tifa said. "He gave you a really strange look when he saw you."
"I'll never know what that was about," Cloud said. "He got right to babbling how great and powerful his company was. That was the first time I heard about Sephiroth. If I got strong like Sephiroth, then everyone might..."
The scene began to fade, revealing the limbo once more.
"If I could just get stronger," she heard the young Cloud say, "then even Tifa would have to notice me."
Cloud and Tifa stared at each other for a few moments.
"So that was it," she said. "Sorry, Cloud. If I had only remembered more clearly what happened, I could have done something sooner."
"It's not your fault, Tifa," he assured her.
And then, she realized something.
"But I remember back when we were eight!" She paused. "That's it! Now I know! You weren't created five years ago. My childhood memories weren't all made up!" She then looked him in the eyes. "Hang in there Cloud! Just a little longer! You've almost found the real you! Let's go back to Nibelheim again!"
Cloud nodded, and, almost as if in response, the gates of Nibelheim materialized again.
"The truth is right there," he said. "We almost have the answer right in the palm of our hands."
And then, he ran through the down, and headed toward the north exit.
"Cloud, wait," Tifa called. "Where are you going?"
"To the reactor!" he replied. "The Mako reactor of five years ago!"
The scene phased to the reactor, right to the moment Sephiroth struck Tifa with his sword. As he did so, the black-haired man ran in.
"Zack," Cloud whispered.
"You remembered!" Tifa exclaimed happily.
Sephiroth disappeared into the reactor, and Zack followed him.
"That's right!" she continued. "It was Zack who came to Nibelheim with Sephiroth!"
Suddenly, Zack flew out the doorway, landing motionless.
Tifa turned to Cloud.
"Then, where were you, Cloud? Did you see it all?"
Cloud pointed to the reactor. "I saw everything," he replied.
As they watched, the remaining masked soldier, whom they had paid little attention to, ran to the fallen Zack and picked up his sword. Wasting no time, and with no hinderance, he stormed into the reactor and stabbed Sephiroth from behind.
"Argh!" shouted Sephiroth. "Who are you?"
"Mom," the soldier snarled, "Tifa, my town...give it back! I had so much respect for you! I admired you!"
Tifa immediately recognized the voice.
"Cloud!?"
The soldier removed his helmet, confirming what she had suspected.
It was him.
A wave of relief soared through her body. "That's what happened," she continued. "You were there. You were watching me." She turned to him. "Yeah, I remember. So it was you."
Cloud then materialized a memory from inside the truck.
"Hey Cloud," said Zack, "if you're feeling sick, why don't you take that mask off?"
"Yeah," replied the teenage Cloud as he did as was suggested.
"Yeah," the adult Cloud said. "This is me. I never made it as a member of SOLDIER. I even left my hometown telling everyone I was going to join, but I was so embarrassed. I didn't want to see anyone."
Just then, the scene of the four of them entering Nibelheim unfolded once more. Cloud put his mask back on as soon as he spotted Tifa waiting for him.
"How does it feel?" asked Sephiroth, looking directly at Cloud. "It's your first time back to your hometown in a long time, right?"
The scene then returned to the reactor.
The adult Tifa immediately turned to Cloud and looked him in the eyes.
He could see that they were wet.
"You came," she said. "You kept your promise. So you really did come when I was in trouble!"
"Sorry I didn't get there fast enough," Cloud apologized.
"It's all right, Cloud," Tifa replied as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
Just then, Sephiroth emerged from the interior, carrying the head.
"Just like you," he said as he descended the stairs.
Cloud looked briefly to see the injured Zack laying on his back.
"Cloud," he pleaded. "Kill Sephiroth!"
Cloud, reliving his childhood instincts, charged for Sephiroth, reaching him on the metal bridge.
"Sephiroth!" he shouted as he caught up to him.
His new enemy quickly turned and impaled his shoulder with his sword.
"Don't push your luck," Sephiroth warned as he lifted Cloud into the air.
But that was exactly what he did. He grabbed the blade. Sephiroth, in surprise, failed to invest his strength as Cloud, through the pain, forced himself back into ground.
"It can't be!" Sephiroth exclaimed.
And then, without warning, Cloud lifted up the blade, hurling his rival over the balcony and into the abyss below.
With that, the scene faded, and the two friends once again found themselves in limbo.
Tifa was speechless.
"Cloud," she began. But she could not finish. She could only watch as the three Clouds stood up and converged right in front of her.
"Then this is goodbye, Tifa," they all said in unison. "Until we meet again."
A moment later, the astral Cloud descended and merged with them as well. A blinding light flashed. When it disappeared, Tifa could see a familiar face on the ground.
"Cloud!" she exclaimed as she took a knee next to him.
"Tifa," he groaned as he stood on his feet.
She was full of emotion. Her faith that he was the real Cloud, her real lifelong friend, had been proven correct. She had never felt so much joy in her life.
"Oh, Cloud!" she said, fighting back her feelings. "It's really you, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Tifa," he replied. "We finally meet again."
And then, tears escaped Tifa's eyes. "You stupid jerk!" she exclaimed. "You had us all worried sick!" She paused. "Sorry. It's just that..."
And then, Cloud collapsed once more.
"Cloud!" his friend exclaimed. "Are you all right!?"
"Voices," he replied as he began to clutch his head.
"I see," she replied. "We're in the Lifestream aren't we?"
Cloud nodded.
"Everyone's waiting," Tifa continued as she helped her friend up. "Let's go back, Cloud. Back to everyone."
"Yeah, I guess so," Cloud agreed. "Come on, Tifa. Let's go home."
And then, it hit her. She had the feeling that she had been here before. It was another premonition; she felt the experience as if she had lived it.
But she did not remember the dark cloud to the east...
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