He was staring at a girl, with long hair about to her waist, it was mostly black except for the bangs, which where the same color as his and the way they where positioned was the same way. The most surprising thing though was her slitted eyes, they where the lightest shade of blue, flecked with green and gold. She smiled as she saw him looking at him; this could no doubt be his daughter.

Lana was happy her father was awake; it had been almost a year that he had slept in the comma that he had awakened from. He had appeared on her steps not long after there was that weird storm and the geostigma had been cured. She laughed softly as his eyes widened and took back her hand. He must know by now that she was his only child. Her eyes stared at him despite herself. He had lain there in that bed for almost a year, unresponsive. She was sure that he would stay that way forever but it seemed she was wrong. It must be safe though to bring him into the city, if he wore his hair under a hood that covered his face, he should be safe.

later

Lana looked at her father as he put on the hood; it had taken a long time to convince him to wear it. But at last she seemed to make a dent in his will and he had given in. Lana didn't know why people disliked him so much. He was not too bad. She had dealt with much worse in her 15 years. It seemed that many of the Shinra people had an interest in her, why she didn't know but what she did know was that they suspected her as one of the remnants, who were dead. Lana sighed at remembering this and looked back at her father. She stepped out the door and led the way down the street to the closest bar. What she didn't know was that Cloud was at 7th Heaven…

Lana walked in and pointed to a table. Sephiroth glared at her but sat down reluctantly and let her go to the bar to get them something to drink.

Tifa saw the girl walk up to the bar.

"Can I help you?" Tifa asked kindly.

The girl nodded, "can I get two beers please?" This was when Tifa took a long look at the girl. She looked like a man who had tried to kill her more than once, she looked vaguely like Sephiroth, and yet, not like him.

"Aren't you to young to be drinking?" Tifa asked.

"Its not for me…It's for my friend." The girl said pointing at a man behind her. Tifa poked a grumbling Cloud who was trying to find two beers. He looked at the man and swore.

The girl turned around and giggled, the man had leaned back in his chair and looked like he was going to fall. Then he jerked forward and his hood fell off. The man was Sephiroth!