Darkness fell like a great inky black cloak upon the city of Edge. In the serenity of the 7th Heaven, the orphans slept soundly. Tifa walked softly from room to room, a mother watching over her children, as if her very presence would chase away any gloom that might envelop their dreams. She smiled softly as she peered into Denzel's room and saw the shining tresses of Marlene's hair poking out from under his covers.

"Still afraid of the dark, I see," she smirked in the darkness, "I wonder what your father would say, Young Lady."

All was peaceful here, it seemed; but enclosed within his own room, there would be no peace for Cloud this night. Sweat beaded on the blond man's skin as he slept, the covers of his humble bed discarded as his body tossed and turned, trying to escape from his own dreams.

Cloud!

He could hear Aeris' voice crying out to him through the Ether. Her voice was always so soothing, but this calling was not like anything he had ever experienced before. She was crying out to him now as if she was wounded, sobbing, and begging.

Cloud, help us! I can't stop it!

With a flash of lightning, her voice was gone from him. The dull ring of deadly silence overcame his ears as he saw the flash of lightening within turquoise eyes. Those eyes. They burned with malice, and lust for destruction. Who was this being he saw now? He remembered Kadaj's fiery eyes upon him in the heat of battle.

What was this sudden fear? It had been five years since he felt this kind of fear. His body pulsed with horrific pain as he fought the images crowding his dreams, perverting them with memories of the past, and old enemies. He could feel Sephiroth's icy blade piercing his shoulder again, the searing pain overwhelming his nerves.

"Cloud?" cried a panicked voice just beyond his reach.

ZACK! CLOUD!!

"CLOUD!"

It's Jenova!!

He couldn't breath. He was drowning in the panic, the images, and the pain. Before he realized what was happening, he felt his hands close on someone, and his dagger was in his hand, ready to rob them of their life as he fiercely pinned them to the floor beneath him.

His eyes were open, but he could not see the woman in front of him. He saw Zack fading away into Nothingness. The presence of Sephiroth was upon him, and Cloud was powerless to stop it.

Before he knew it, however, he was the one with his back on the floor, and someone was above him, disarming him in an instant and throwing the dagger aside. "CLOUD! IT'S ME!" cried Tifa, "Speak to me!"

Cloud blinked back tears of anger and pain, and focused his eyes on his childhood friend. "Tifa?" he cried in horror. He had almost killed her!

Her fists held fast to the front of his shirt, "What is the matter with you? You almost killed me!" Her heated words were answered by him forcefully pulling her into is arms. Caught off guard, she collapsed into him and stared in shock as he buried his face in her neck. Like a scared child, Cloud clung to her, his labored breathing hot against her skin. A chill crept up her spine as she wrapped her arms around him in kind and held him as a mother would to hold her child. He held her as if for dear life, and this frightened her more than the dagger at her throat had.

"I'm so sorry," he finally whispered, pulling back from her as his breathing finally calmed. Hoarsely, he asked if she was alright. She nodded and tried to give him a soothing smile, but her eyes betrayed her. The nightmares had gotten far too dangerous now…far too real for him. This is what worried her ever since the Geostigma had finally been removed from the Children of Edge. Cloud had suffered so much in those final moments; and like a soldier who had seen too many horrors of war, Cloud hardly slept, and when he did, he dreamed of nothing but death and suffering.

"Cloud," she said abruptly, grasping his shoulders and looking down upon him. "The nightmares are getting worse. You can't tell me otherwise, because I know better. This needs to stop! You need help!"

He sighed heavily, "This again? Tifa…who could help me now? You were there at the end…we all were…I faced Him, again. There is no one in this world that could possibly begin to grasp that."

"You need to go to Vincent!"

His eyes flickered with frustration at her suggestion, and he at once pulled himself from her grasp and stood up. "No! He has his own tribulations! You and I have been through this before!"

Tifa stood up to face him, "Cloud, what if it had been one of the children who came to wake you just now? What if you had actually killed me, or one of them?"

The pain in his chest was unbearable. Her words were unbearable. He knew she was right, and he cursed softly, "I heard Her voice, Tifa. She was crying out to me. Something's not right."

This too caught her off guard, and she stared at him incredulously. "Cloud…it's just nightmares."

"No!" he growled, his voice far more ruthless than he had intended. Lowering his gaze and turning away from the painful look in her eyes, he answered softly, "No…it was actually Her. She said that 'it' was happening again. She said…" He trailed off, wanting to choose his words carefully now. If that really was a warning, then Tifa would once again become caught in the middle of whatever may come their way. Everyone would…and she or the children might not make it out alive this time.

Anxious, but intrigued by his words, she asked, "What? What did Aeris say to you, Cloud? What's wrong?"

Cloud's azure eyes fell upon hers, and his gaze hardened like it had all those years ago when he knew that Kadaj was going to resurrect Sephiroth. "It's Jenova, Tifa…and she's done something to the Life Stream itself this time."

"Cloud," she asked cautiously, "Are you sure? How do you know this?"

Cloud's eyes misted over suddenly, "I can't feel Zack's presence anymore…"

The battle five years before had left the city of Edge with plenty of ruins that seemed impossible to completely clear. The city had merely given up, closing off the Ruins from the rest of the city and rebuilding and expanding in the opposite direction. Now, under the cover of darkness, thugs and Guardians alike roamed the wreckage in increasing numbers; the thugs to start trouble, and the Guardians to help finish it.

Reno now smirked in mild amusement, "Most of these punks know better than to come 'round here. If they want trouble, though, I got a can of whoop-ass with their names on it. What do ya say, Kanji?"

His fellow-Guardian grinned back with impish interest, "What makes you so sure that it isn't just some poor guy, down on his luck, just stealin' to get by? These are desperate times, ya know?"

Reno chuckled throatily, "What bum on the street would rob an entire cellar full of stored weapons?" Kanji waved his suspicions away as if he was batting at a fly, "Probably lookin' to sell 'em and make a profit. A guy's gotta eat!"

Reno was about to make his usual witty comment when a shadowy figure skittered across their path. His held out his hand to stop his companion, but Kanji had already noticed it too and stopped in his tracks.

Two onyx eyes reflected in the night from atop a heap of rubble, and a black tongue licked at the large, drooling, beak-like maw. "Shit," breathed Kanji, "What in the hell is that?" Reno recognized it immediately, but he hadn't seen anything like it since Sephiroth's 'remnants' had unleashed these creatures upon the public. What did this mean? What twisted soul would conjure such monsters like that again?

"I get paid to fight thugs, not monsters," said Kanji quite abruptly as he grasped the sleeve of Reno's shirt, "Let's get the hell outta here." Reno nodded in agreement, but his eyes still focused on the monster as it crept back into the shadows of the ruins. Kanji pulled him along as they went, but Reno couldn't help but drag his feet as he wondered what this sighting meant for the city of Edge.

The following morning, Rufus sat at his desk, reading a document in silence. He scanned the pages carefully, taking inventory of the damages caused by the destruction of the new labs. His soft eyebrows now drawing together in a grimace, his eyes closed in crestfallen reflection. He had tried to accomplish something great, and he had made sure that the plans were flawless before they were even put into effect. So, how could something like this have happened? How could he have made such a grave mistake? Had he tempted fate like his father had so many years before? Was he no better than his father?

He had already dispatched a team of guards to find the escaped experiment, but the team had been eradicated in the process. No one had lived to tell him whether it had been an accident, or if his worse fears had been realized.

His contemplations were suddenly interrupted as his two most favored bodyguards noisily entered his office, "Reno, Rude, you have news?"

Reno made himself remember every tiny detail of his encounter from the previous night as he explained to Rufus what he had seen in the Ruins. A tense moment of silence followed his tale, and Rude swallowed hard, giving Reno a dark look.

"There can be no mistake? You saw a Shadow Creeper?" asked Rufus finally.

"I know those damn things," replied Reno carefully, "But who summoned it, I couldn't tell ya, Boss."

Rufus gazed pensively into the mirror beside his desk, taking a moment to straighten his tie. "I want this to be kept quiet," he said authoritatively. "We cannot have the public finding out about this and causing a panic. Do you understand?"

Rude nodded, "Boss, we still haven't been able to locate Her. If this creature has anything to do with the experiment, then perhaps we should search the Ruins."

"No," replied Rufus. "If She has truly made it all this way to Edge, and if something happens at those Ruins, this mess could easily become a nightmare. We do not yet know what She is capable of." He turned to face them immediately, this white hair hiding the lines now forming in his handsome face, "We will wait."

Reno and Rude's eyes widened at the thought of this, and they tried to protest, but Rufus quickly silenced them with a wave of his hand. "It is our duty," he began, "To right the wrongs that Shinra has done in the past, and it seems that we have once again made a horrible mistake. We cannot let the public know that this being exists yet. I have no doubts that whatever She plans to do, She will show herself to us in due time." He stated again, "We will wait."

Reno and Rude gave him a silent bow of obedience, and left the room. Wandering down the opulent halls and into the elevator, Reno cursed softly. "I'm not sayin' we should go against the Boss," he began, "But I don't think that waitin' this out is the greatest idea."

Rude nodded in agreement, "We really don't have a choice, though. I just hope that She resurfaces soon."

Reno sneered, "And when She does, I'll be ready."

Steel locked with steel in the midst of the fight. The chime of metal and the gentle swoop of the air flooded Denzel's ears as he sparred with Cloud. Cloud smiled proudly, "You're getting good at blocking, but you must remember to watch your footing." He tripped poor Denzel, and the lesson learned was written immediately on Denzel's face.

Denzel cursed softly, "I'm never going to get this." Cloud offered his hand to him, and pulled him to his feet. "Don't worry," he said, "You're doing great. You just need to focus on your stances." He rubbed Denzel's head playfully, "I still lose my balance from time to time. Nobody's perfect."

Denzel had grown more in the past five years than Cloud could have imagined. As tall as he was, Denzel had developed his physique to perfection with Cloud's rigid training. He was getting better at fighting everyday, but Denzel still lacked confidence and focus. He fought wholly with his heart, and while this was most admirable in the eyes of Cloud, he knew that Denzel needed to use his head more. Today, he seemed especially distracted.

Cloud gazed at him thoughtfully, "What's wrong? You've been inattentive all morning."

Denzel's eyes met with his, replying quickly, "I could say the same thing about you." Seeing Cloud's disapproving scowl, however, his face instantly flickered with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It's nothing," he replied. "I just didn't sleep well last night."

Cloud raised an eyebrow at this. He had never seen this look on Denzel's face before, and it worried him. He knew something had been bothering him for weeks now, but Denzel had always brushed it off, making excuses for why he couldn't focus. "Well, you are a teenager now, Denzel," responded Cloud, "I can remember how strange and hard it was feeling caught between being a man and a child. So, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here."

Denzel stared off in thought for a moment, then nodded. Cloud, satisfied by this understanding, immediately left Denzel to his thoughts. He had other important matters to attend to. He changed his clothes and quickly left without saying a word to Tifa or anyone. He knew Tifa wouldn't approve of what he was planning to do, but he had to do it to bring clarity to all of this. He revved his bike and sped his way to the newly founded Shinra Corporation Headquarters.

Loz moved clumsily through the Ruins, the sheer volume and height of them blocking out much of the light and heat of the day. It was getting more and more difficult to move through the Ruins without detection these days, and so he often carefully cloaked himself in dark rags. He knew that there were thugs nearby, and he planned to play with them as much as possible before Yazoo found out that he had gone. That was his favorite game: disposing of the thugs that wandered near his home. He snickered at the thought of breaking their necks under his powerful grip. How dare they bother Brother and he, after all they'd been through?

It was over sooner than he'd hoped. They had guns, so there was no time to waste. He disposed of them quickly, pocketing what goods they had on them. He frowned as he gave one last glace around him. He had wanted a good fight, but it wasn't meant to be. He turned to begin his walk back to the den, but something stopped him in his tracks. There was a cloaked figure in his way, and he smiled wickedly as he anticipated the fight they would put up. Perhaps, he'd get to have his fun, after all.

The figure moved towards him, but this simple gesture suddenly seemed almost bizarre to him. Whoever this was, they didn't move like those thugs. In fact, they didn't move like a human at all. A honey-like voice called out to him from under the dark cowl, and he was instantly caught off guard.

"I've been waiting for you…Loz."

Yazoo returned to the den with little trouble, his pack full of food and water. It hadn't been difficult to avoid the crowds, not for him. Among his brothers, he had always been the more stealthy of the three, and stealing the food and drink was by far the easiest of his tasks. He looked about the place, setting down the goods, and quickly noticing that Loz was no where in sight. He clenched his teeth in annoyance, and moved to leave the den in search of his dim-witted brother. To his surprise, however, Loz was already standing in the entrance of the den.

Loz had tears of joy in his eyes, hurriedly spouting out words to him that made no sense. Yazoo, already quite irritated, quickly realized that Loz was not alone, and his fury flared like an inferno. "You fool, Loz! You've brought this person to our home?" shouted Yazoo, and he moved towards them.

Loz was confused as to why his brother wasn't happy. He frowned, looking to the person next to him for help. Yazoo pulled a dagger from his cloak, but when the stranger stepped into his path and removed the dark cowl from their face, he stopped.

There, before him, stood a beautiful young woman.

That hair, he thought. Those eyes.

She looked like some ancient deity to him, the entrance behind her outlining her form with rays of bright light. The rays shone off of the silver waves of her hair, the shadows dancing on her face making the glow of her turquoise eyes all the more pronounced.

Yazoo stared numbly at her visage. "Mother…" he whispered suddenly. Images from those years before flooded back to him with will-bending force. He saw Mother's essence in that crude box; he saw Kadaj absorb the essence into him; and he saw the great explosion that had nearly obliterated his brother and him.

It had all been for Mother. They were her Chosen Children. And they had lived in darkness since that day, utterly lost, hidden and scrounging for food like vermin.

He dropped his weapon abruptly as he fell to his knees in wonder. She smiled dazzlingly, and replied in the most beautiful voice, "Yes, Yazoo…and I am here for you."

She stepped towards him, her movements almost monstrous in their grace. She cupped her cool hands around his dirt-smeared face as she knelt down to him. "My poor beloved Yazoo," she soothed, "You have suffered so much."

Tears spilled from Yazoo's eyes. This alarmed him, really, for he had never cried before in his life. Even when he saw Kadaj die, he hadn't cried. He didn't know how to cry. "Mother…" he repeated desperately.

She leaned in, kissing his face sweetly as her hands moved down his neck and over his shoulders. He could feel the power within her radiating onto his skin like materia. He wept now, almost shamefully. She pulled him to her, letting him weep upon her breast, and he held her unyieldingly, the sheer strength of his embrace bruising her porcelain-like skin. Still, she kept smiling, stroking his hair and shoulders.

Suddenly, she turned to Loz, her eyes gleaming with malice, "Now, tell me…where is this one they call Cloud?"

A commotion outside his office roused Rufus from his thoughts, and before he realized what was happening Cloud burst through his door with the very irate secretary shouting behind him. He slammed the door in her face and haggardly turned to Rufus.

"How very rude, Cloud," he reprimanded. "If you insist on seeing me, you really must learn to make an appointment."

"I need to talk to you," said Cloud, crossing the distance from the door to the desk with heavy steps.

"It must be very important for you to come barging in here like this. So, I'm listening."

Cloud chose his words carefully now. He knew that Rufus would mock him, but this didn't bother him as much as the idea that Rufus might be hiding something as important as this. "Have you been conducting any experiments lately?" he said outright.

Rufus rested his elbows upon the dark wood of the desk, folding his fingers before him. "What ever do you mean, Cloud?" he replied coolly, a small smile crossing his face.

"Don't mock me, or play coy. You know what I mean. Have you been experimenting again with any DNA left over from Jenova or Sephiroth?"

Rufus' composed demeanor at once became rigid with irritation, but in the same voice as before, he replied, "Cloud, it would be none of your concern if Shinra was."

Cloud, incensed, glared at him. "None of my concern?" The words tore through his heart like a blade, "I fought your damn experiments! I watched them die! I watched Zack die! I, alone, defeated Sephiroth with his ludicrous and fanatical dogma of Jenova! Now, tell me what you've been doing! You owe me that, at the least!"

"What would you do with this information, Cloud? Tear my world down around me like Sephiroth did?" These words, he knew, struck Cloud to his core. He continued, "We're through trying to control the world. Now we only strive to make it a better place. We only wish to protect this world, this city, these people, from madmen like Him. Surely, you can see that this is our only motive."

He slammed his fist upon the desk in front of Rufus. "Did you and your scientists learn nothing from what happened? I don't care what you think you're trying to do! What you are doing is madness!"

Rufus stood up, almost sure that Cloud was going to fight him, but their argument was quickly interrupted by Reno and Rude bursting through the door of the office, weapons in hand. They lowered the weapons, however, when they saw that the intruder had only been Cloud. Reno gave him a curt greeting and immediately informed Rufus of what he had discovered.

"Sorry we're late, Boss, but five bodies were just found dead in the Ruins. Skulls crushed or their necks broken. This was no gang war, Sir. Somethin' is goin' down out there."

Rufus slowly sat down again, returning to his previous pose. This matter was most disturbing, but he doubted that it had anything to do with Her. Still, he knew it must be investigated, and he couldn't discuss these matters in front of Cloud. "Alright, then. Cloud was just making his leave anyway," he said coldly, looking to Cloud.

Rufus had already told him all that he needed to know, and so Cloud turned hard on his heels and moved swiftly out of the office and towards the elevators.

When he returned to where he had parked his bike, he quickly hopped on it and put on his sunglasses. He started the motorcycle loudly, revving it up and speeding off as fast as it could go. "The Ruins, huh?" he reflected, "We'll see what you're hiding, Rufus. And I'll bring you down with it, if I have to."

It was late afternoon by the time Cloud reached the Ruins, but this did not phase him. If he had to scrounge through the debris in the dark with his bare hands, he would. He had to know what Rufus was hiding. He popped open the side-compartment of his bike and pulled out his most easily concealable sword, sliding it into its sheath, and flapping the side of his long leather coat over it as he attached the sheath to his belt. The area looked like endless mountains of rubble and jaggedly twisted metal before him. He took a breath, feeling his senses sharpen, and then made his way into the Ruins. He walked for what seemed hours, and as he feared, there seemed to be nothing there. Not so much as a hidden doorway amongst the crumbling blocks that were once a grand building in the heart of the city.

Suddenly, he heard something light moving swiftly his way. He poised himself above and behind a large piece of concrete wall and waited, watching. His senses were on fire with anticipation, but to his surprise, the only person that came around the corner was...

"Tifa?" he gasped, moving down from his crouching spot. "What do you think you're doing?"

Tifa's dark eyes narrowed at him, her soft cherub-like lips thinning into a scowl. "I could say the same thing about you. I saw you fly past the orphanage on that bike of yours, and you never answer your phone, so I followed you. Where have you been?"

"To see Rufus," he replied. "Don't look at me like that! He really is up to something! He told me as much!"

She shook her head, looking quite cross with him, "Are you sure, or do you just want to believe that?" Cloud's face screwed up into an irritated expression, and he quickly replied, "No, he's trying to cover it up."

At once, she truly believed him, but this whole situation had no rhyme or reason behind it. This was obviously what Cloud had come here to discover. "This doesn't make any sense. Why would he do such a thing after all that's happened? He almost died last time, too." She gaze at him thoughtfully, "It's not safe here. Please just come home, and we can come back in the morning. I'll help you."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because…"

"Because is not an answer! Why are you always running away from us? Why are you always going off alone as if none of us care? Why?"

Cloud's heart thumped against his chest as he heard her words, and it pained him to see her face so sad. At once, he replied, "I'm glad you came…really. I didn't mean to worry you. I just didn't—" He paused suddenly. He'd almost said, 'I didn't want you to get hurt.'

This was Tifa he was speaking to. Why was he always treating her like glass these days? She could take care of herself, yet he was so concerned with her safety that he would rather risk his own life coming here alone, rather than risk her getting injured.

This did not escape Tifa, and it made her angry to know that Cloud had reduced her to nothing more than a helpless girl in his mind. He knew her better than anyone else. How could he think that way?

Seeing the hurt he had caused her with this simple sentence, he at once said, "The orphans need you. Who can take care of them better than you? You're the only mother they know. Did you ever stop and think about what would happen to them if you were caught in the crossfire of this?" He paused for a moment before adding, "Did you ever stop and think about how I would feel if anything happened to you?"

Uncrossing her arms at once, she stared at him. She could see the sincerity in his brilliant blue eyes, and she sighed heavily. "Alright, alright," she said with a small smile, "I'll go back…but I'll do it only if you promise to come home tonight. No excuses! Tonight!"

"Tomorrow."

"Tonight."

"Tomorrow!"

"I'm not leaving you here alone, then!"

Grunting in frustration, he clenched his fists. "I don't have time for this!" he growled, turning and making his way through the overshadowed and awkward paths between the mounds of wreckage.

Tifa followed close behind as she slipped her gloves on, "What exactly is it that we're looking for?"

"Any sign that something is hidden here. A doorway leading down into a secret lab, maybe. Just keep your eyes open in case of trouble."

Tifa shook her head at Cloud's blatant obsession with there being a secret lab here. Why would Rufus put a lab here where anyone could simply wander in or out? That seemed far too risky for Rufus, but she kept her thoughts to herself…just in case.

They walked for another hour before the sun disappeared entirely behind the hills of the desert. It was almost sunset now, and as they rounded a corner slowly, they immediately noticed a flash of silver dart behind a rusted steel beam. Quickly, Cloud dove onto Tifa, pulling her behind a barricade of rebar and steel webbing.

"What are you doing?" Tifa asked unexpectedly. Taken aback, Cloud looked at her inquisitively, "You didn't see that figure over there?"

"Figure?" asked Tifa in bewilderment. "Cloud…that was a child."

She moved away from his grasp, slowly approaching the steel beam with the utmost caution. Her breath shook as she carefully glanced around, then peeked over the steel beam. There was a hole large enough for her to slide into, and she at once began to scramble over the beam. Cloud came running, frantically asking if she was crazy.

She gave him a dark look, "It's almost sunset, and by the time we get out of here, it will be dark. We can't leave her here alone."

"What makes you so sure she's alone?"

"Did you see the blood on her?" she said forebodingly, leaping towards the hole. "She was covered in it. We have to help her. Now, are you coming with me, or not?"

He quickly slid into the hole behind her, following the obstacle course of collapsed beams leading below. They had trouble squeezing through most of the barriers, but soon found themselves in a sanctuary of some kind. The space itself was very deep and rather wide, with many crisscrossed beams above, holding up the entire structure. Only a small beam of light flooded down from a large gap in the ceiling, where birds of every shape and color now fluttered about.

Tifa gasped audibly when she saw this, and Cloud agreed that it was quite beautiful, but now was not the time to stop and admire the scenery. He could hear water running below, and he moved along the massive chunks of rock to reach the bottom of the great chasm. The child was nearby, he could sense it.

Tifa nearly slipped on the rocks when she reached the bottom, but she quickly caught herself. A cascade of clear, cool water poured from a massive pipe in the wall, and behind the waterfall, she could see the child disappear within an eroded crevice. Without hesitation, she slipped into the torrent of seemingly endless water. It was cold, but she couldn't stop. She had to help that poor child, no matter what.

Cloud waited on the edge of the pool, watching Tifa and the child as he sharpened his senses. He looked about the chasm for any sign of others. There was nothing. Not even any food to speak of. Maybe Tifa had been right…maybe this child was alone in the world. Though, he darkly pondered the reason why the child had been covered in blood. Her clothes were dappled here and there with it, and Cloud couldn't help but guess that the poor girl had witnessed a murder and had singularly managed to escape somehow. This seemed the only logical explanation that he could fathom, and this alone made him vow to help her.

Knowing Tifa, she would offer her a home, food, and plenty of love; but Cloud had to wonder what state the child's mind was in, having witnessed something so horrific. Still, he knew they had to try. He waited.

Tifa waded through the water carefully. Then, taking a breath, she ducked behind the falls and saw the child huddled far back in the upper corner of the crevice. She could not see the child's face—the long silver hair atop the head hid it entirely. With horror, she looked upon the blood splattered rags she wore, and the tiny, filthy, and cracked feet. How long had this child survived out here on her own, she wondered. She couldn't have been much older than four.

Tifa squeezed into the crevice, sliding on her stomach along the slimy rock, and keeping herself from slipping by pressing her feet along the walls. "Hey," she said softly, soothingly, "It's okay. Everything's going to be okay." She swallowed hard, "My name is Tifa. Tifa Lockhart."

The child didn't so much as flinch.

"Can you tell me your name?"

No response.

The light from the gap in the ceiling was only growing darker as she tried talking to the child; tried to get some kind of response. Nothing.

In a desperate and foolish feat, Tifa reached out and placed her hands on the child's arms. The silver head sprung up immediately, and to her horror, revealed a pair of frosty turquoise eyes. She thought for sure her heart would burst in her chest as memories of Sephiroth and his 'remnants' flashed through her mind, filling her with both fear and anguish. She instinctively tried to flee, only to feel the top of her head smash into the ceiling of the crevice. Her knees scoured the rock as she slipped, unconscious, down into the cold water below.