Night had fallen over the streets of Hollow Basition, it seemed as though everyone and everything was asleep, except for Cid. He was working later than usual. He raised a hand to his face and rubbed his tired eyes. He glanced at the time and blinked. 2:03.
"Wow, last time I looked it was 9pm! My, my, I really am working myself to death." Cid said quietly to himself. It was certainly time to hit the hay.
He switched the coputer off that he was working on and got up from the chair, stretching and yawning. Just as he was about to turn the lights off, he heard a faint sobbing sound coming from outside. He listened carefully, just in case it was just in his head due to the lack of sleep he'd been getting. The sobbing grew louder. He walked over to the door, peeped out and squinted into the darkness to see where the noise was coming from. There was a little figured walking around. He took a few steps closer to see that it was a young girl, around about 6 years old. She heard his footsteps. Looking up, she jumped at the sight of him, as if he was the first person she saw in the town. He saw her quickly rub her eyes and stuck her chin up, as if to tell him that she wasn't bothered by anything. Her hair was in two messy plaits, she wore denim dungerees and a black and white t shirt that were crumpled and dirty. Her knees where very grazed for some reason.
"Hey little one, where did you come from?" He asked her softly, taking a couple more steps towards her. He saw her hesitate, then she looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"I...I don't know!"
"Don't cry..." Cid whispered, bending down to her level.
"I'm not crying!" The little girl sniffed, furiously rubbing her eyes again.
"Let's get you inside at least, it's freezing out here!" Cid suggested, holding out his hand to her. She looked at it for a moment, then she reached out her own hand and clutched onto one of his fingers.
"Those knees of yours need looking at, missy. Are they sore?" Cid asked her as they settled inside. He picked her up and propped her onto a mini wooden stool and examined her injuries.
"They don't hurt at all," lied the little girl, trying hard not to scrunch up her face when Cid started to dab on detol.
"This may sting a little."
The girl shook her head.
"You're a right little wildcat aren't you! A stubborn one. Where's Mum and Dad?" Cid asked her, wondering how they could let her wonder around in the dark at this hour.
She shrugged, swinging her legs when Cid put plasters on her wounds.
"Well, that's a little odd." Cid sighed, scratching his head with confusion.
"I don't remember." The little girl admitted.
"What about your name then?"
"It's... Vicxy."