Hello! Selphie shouted as she rushed into the living room. It had been two years since the

battle against Ultimecia and Selphie had just moved in with Irvine in his apartment. The

apartment was full of boxes with Selphie's stuff.

- Watch it Selphie, the floor is slippery, Irvine shouted.

But it was too late. The young girl fell on the floor.

- Ouch! That hurt!

Listen Sefie, why don't you sit down while I make you some tea…

- But Irv, I'm so excited, today I'm going to Dollet by train!

- I know, you're going shopping with Jennie, your friend.

- Well, I better get going now, the train's coming soon.

Selphie started singing her little train song while dressing. She put a pink coat over her little

blue dress. She had a yellow ribbon in her hair, which looked really cute.

- Well, bye Sefie.

Selphie kissed him goodbye. Then she ran off. Irvine spent the entire day packing up

Selphie's boxes. He turned on the TV to see the news. Kira Derth, the newsreader said that it

had been a train accident at 4.45 on the road Timber-Dollet. Oh, no Irvine thought. Please let

Sefie be alright. But then he reminded himself that Selphie's train was earlier, about 4. Then

the phone rang. Irvine picked it up:

- Irvine Kinneas.

- Hello Mr.Kinneas. This is Dr. Franci at Dollet Hospital. Do you know there's been a

train accident?

- Yes, I heard it on the news.

- I'm afraid your girlfriend got hurt in it. She's at the hospital.

- How bad is it?

- I can't tell. She's being examined right now.

So Irvine rented a car and drove to the Dollet Hospital. He rushed into the reception.

- Where's my girlfriend?

- And you are…?

- I'm Irvine Kinneas!

- Ah, you're Mr.Kinneas.

- Where's Selphie?

- She's in the E.R. at first floor. In room 248.

Irvine rushed up the stairs. He ran through corridors until he reached room 248. There were

three nurses in it. He looked at Selphie's lifeless body.

- I'm sorry sir, she was badly injured, there was nothing we could have done to save

her.

Irvine was shocked. He couldn't believe this was happening. This can't be, he thought. Then

he started crying. He cried for a long time. It's all my fault, he thought. He could have gone

with her. He could have been killed too. Or he could have just stopped her from going. Then

he ran. He just ran away from all of it. He drove back home again and laid down on his bed,

just staring up into the white ceiling. He lied there for hours, until he fell into a deep sleep.