All of Rocket Town was out of their homes, a couple hundred heads tilted up in unison like turkeys in a rainstorm, every pair of eyes that was old enough to comprehend the situation pointed directly at the meager little water tower that the town, now more than ever, reluctantly called it's own. Everyone was divided. A stagnant mixture of hush, and low gossip consumed the people. A few derogatory statements were heard. A gaggle of six or seven teenaged girls were giggling like hamsters on crack, obviously enthralled with what they were seeing. An elderly man recounted to his grandson that he had wooed his late wife in a similar manner.

Vincent just resisted the urge hang himself from the porch rafters, while Cid, his beloved, his darling, the man he had shared a life altering journey, a home, and a bed with, and whom he now wished, more than anything on the great and beautiful Planet, that he could strangle, stood behind him, snickering like a defiant teenager.

"Happy Anniversary, Vince." The pilot threw out. Vincent merely cringed, cast him a dirty look, and shifted his attention to the water tower, crimson gaze mingling with a million others.

Above their heads, on the off white surface of the tower, his and Cid's name was scrawled in bright green paint, just below the fading 'Rocket Town' logo.