[Appears out of nowhere, looking angry and with arms crossed.]

Stupid Crow, I told him about this place and he didn't believe me. Then he even claimed he hadn't seen that new shop even if we passed by it just two days ago. His head is just too full of that wrench-girl, I'm sure of it.

So am I the only one surrounded by idiots?

[Uncrosses his arms and looks around with a slight grin.]

I believe I had a fight planned? Come out come out wherever you are~ I even polished my AT's just for you. You know, so the blood'll slide of easier and won't mess up the gears.

[Sam Tyler is not daft. Really. Even if he appears on the plane holding a paper out, as if expecting it to disappear. He sets the paper down, staring at it intently, before vanishing off the plane and reappearing to check if it’s still there. It is, and everyone can see it. Next, he tries this with a particularly ugly lamp which (if the clothing doesn’t give it away) certainly tells you exactly which era Sam is stuck in. When he experiments on this with his beloved television, he drags it back home immediately rather than risk losing it. Then he brings along a chair and a radio. He sits on the former, hand over mouth, thinking for a moment. He fiddles with the radio, but only gets the sound of machinery under very fuzzy reception. Finally, he appears empty handed, fingers curled as if he was holding someone’s wrist. Chris, apparently, cannot be dragged onto the astral plane]

Hm.

[Sam immediately flips out his notepad and starts writing things down]

I wish I didn't remember dreams... because...oh god, my hands went right through the bullet holes and...I just...should be used to these things but. They...

[he is obviously less than put-together. eyes a little disoriented, a little confused.]

Nobody. Nobody remembers when I'm gone. Tifa looked at me like I was. Not...she looked at me like I was crazy again. But. I guess she realized because...

There's...no. I'm not mad again. That.
I don't know what's real sometimes.

[Cloud stares at his pale ungloved right hand.]

Guess it all was a dream. I had a number....
I was zero.

If I must state one thing, and state it concisely, I shall say this: interesting. Considering I was just moments ago on a planet that would, at random moments, burst into sectional flame, I feel this is rather apropos. Maybe I’m dead. I doubt it, I expect death is less substantial than this – filled with less coruscations.


I almost prefer the fire and the quaking. At least there was some means of constant entertainment; this seems like I’ve simply been put in a dark room with a...

[a very long pause, in which he seems rather confused]


I've just had a sudden case of deja vu... I've never had deja vu before.