Dreams
The sun beat down upon the top of Cloud's head. The heat of the desert seared his fair skin. He wanted to stop but he had to keep walking, for he knew if he stopped he would not start up again. The fact that Zack, was as far as he knew, still chasing after him, hoping to catch him. A small part of Cloud hoped that he would catch up and drag him home, but until the nightmares stopped this was not possible. Day after day, kilometer after kilometer, hour after long hour, he kept walking. Days of the week forgotten and by mid afternoon during one of them it was too much, the lone blonde figure collapsed underneath the boiling ball of light.
Cloud felt the soft linen sheets, an extremely fluffy pillow, and a cozy mattress below his sore and now frail body. "Well hey there sleepy head. It's about time you woke up. I was getting worried." The voice came from the closet close to the corner of the sunlit room. "Who are you?" asked Cloud. A young woman with long, flowing, black hair came out of the closet and held a hand for Cloud to shake. "The name's Tifa."