It was one of those rare, cloudless days over Midgar, a day many people wouldn't pass up to stroll about outside and enjoy the sun's warmth. At least most people. For Reeve Tuesti, he was indoors at his desk, tapping the end of a pen rhythmically against the angled desk. For some time now, his mind had been drawing a blank. No matter how hard he pushed, nothing surfaced through the fog. Not a single line or stroke. How was he supposed to be the leader of Urban Development if he couldn't develop anything.

Well, he did create the mako reactors, which at that moment walled in the upper city of Midgar, but after that, everything felt like a step backwards. There had to be something he could create that was on par with it. But nothing came. Perhaps there simply wasn't anything to build. He had no set assignments or deadline, why was he pushing himself so hard? He'd only end up with another migraine if he kept it up.

The man took in a breath and slowly let it out, as if expelling with it all his stresses. Of course, the action didn't work. He turned away from his desk to look across his room to the opened window. He had left it open in the hopes of tempting in a cool autumn breeze to help him think, but it hadn't been much help. It was then he began to look across the room and noticed how much he'd neglected it. He wasn't much of an organizing man, as clean cut as he appeared, and the room seemed to have fallen into disarray in the last few months.

Here and there were stacks of documents and papers he'd promised himself to read later, but never did. On the table near his desk he had a stack of books, another thing he'd told himself to read but entirely forgot and only ended up added more books to the pile. He recalled having made a note to himself to buy another filing cabinet, which he did, but it was empty as he hadn't gotten around to actually setting on the task of organizing. If his mother could see the state of his office, she'd be in hysterics.

He smiled at the thought and lifted himself from his chair. Perhaps now was as good a time as any to get started on something. But where to start was the problem. He stood in the center of his office, hands on his hips as he observed the mess, and decided the looming stack of files would have to be the first thing to go.

Once he set on it, Reeve wondered why he hadn't done this before. His mind had anticipated a horribly miserable time going through the papers, but when he realized he didn't even need to look at more than half of them, the job was surprisingly easy. Within a couple hours, he'd gone through most of the papers and had a trash bag full to the brim with papers he didn't need. Though he wasn't much of an organizer, he had divided the other papers into stacks of relative importance, the last one being ones he didn't need, but couldn't help but feel they should be kept someplace.

"Oi, Reeve," Called a voice from the door. Reeve was startled from his thinking and looked to see a man leaning into the door way. "Wow, you've finally started cleaning the place?"

Reeve smirked at the man's surprise at the situation. Then again, seeing a full grown man kneeling on the floor surrounded by papers was something to be at least a little surprised about.

"Well, all these papers were doing were collecting dust. Something the rest of the office does just fine without." Reeve spoke as he gingerly rose to his feet and gave his legs a good stretch. He was slowly noticing several sharp stings from his fingers, realizing all too late he was going to have to put up with several paper cuts now.

"We're headed out to lunch. Will you be joining us or are you too busy with your spring cleaning?"

"Yes, I'll just be a minute,"

Several minutes later, Reeve had joined with his co-worker down the hall.

"You're bringing your cleaning with you?" The man asked incredulously as the large stack of papers in Reeve's hands.

"No," Reeve smiled. "Since we're headed this way, I thought I'd leave these in the back office."

The two walked and chatted, holding comfortable conversation down through the halls and elevator ride to the lower floor. Before they reached the exit of the working hallways to the open entrance of the Urban Development building, Reeve broke away from his friend a moment to head down a lonely stretch of hallway. Here, he opened a door, leading him into an office that was by far in even worse condition than his a few floors up. This was Reeve's real mess of a problem, one he would have to tackle on another day he felt like cleaning. The room was dark, dusty and abandoned. It was a storage room that served good use for several other workers in Reeve's circle of friends. He rested the documents onto an empty space of desk, in the process sending a waft of dust into the air. What he hadn't realized was that he started a sort of chain effect of falling objects in the process.

He tried his best to catch the items but several things clattered to the floor. The man heaved a sigh, if one thing was finally going right in his day, something else had to go wrong. He knelt to the floor and began to collect the fallen items when he realized one had rolled beneath the shelves. His hand was just small enough to fit under the gap, but once he felt the familiar feel of the pencil, he felt something else as well. He withdrew a small card shaped disk, plain gray with a worn label on the cover reading 'PGR LK6' in faded pen. He turned the disk over in his hands, finding nothing too remarkable about it when the door to the office opened.

"Come on, Reeve, don't tell me you've started cleaning in here too." Said his friend.

"Luckily, no." Reeve chuckled at this and quickly pocketed the disk.

Later that evening as he sat at his desk, his mind had wandered away from him, once again trying to draw up a design for something. He'd been in art blocks before, but somehow this one felt different. No ideas came to his mind, not even for future goals. He wasn't sure what to do with the blank cavas of his head. Then he remembered the disk in his pocket. He looked over it again and again, but there really was nothing special about this disk. Standard issue, small, probably not even holding that much data.

With a sigh, Reeve was about to toss it into the trash, when for curiosity's sake, he instead inserted into the slot of his computer. For a moment, he thought his assumptions had been correct. It was a discarded empty disk, but then a window popped up. Then closed, followed by another as the computer accessed whatever data was on the card.

Finally a window remained open, the text reading 'Voice Recognition: Data Expired. Please select OK to update."

Without knowing what else to do, Reeve clicked okay and watched attentively. A new box appeared, within it, a black window with a thin white line was displayed. Reeve was still a moment, unsure of what was happening, but the moment he moved his hand, the line jumped. Above the box there was an indication to state his name. For a moment, the man stammered.

"Er, Reeve Tuesti." For a few moments, nothing happened, then a new indication appeared above the window. 'Begin Session with PGR LK6.'

The same little lined box appeared, picking up the noises Reeve made as he awkwardly moved around in his chair. This was a strange event indeed, considering he hadn't expected anything more than perhaps a simple saved document on the desk and instead was presented with this. Perhaps he stumbled upon some kind of program that belonged to one of his other colleagues. He had half a mind to go out and ask if anyone had lost the disk in the room, but it was after work hours and he was sure they'd all gone home by now.

His dark eyes rested upon the box, thinking that nothing would happen unless he made a move apparently. Lamely he started, "H-hello?"

There was silence. Perhaps this was all a silly idea. This was probably just a recording software meant to bring easier data saving than typing. Then, to his great surprise, he heard a reply in the softest voice he'd ever imagined to source from a computer.

"..H-hello."


11/6/11

I just love those weeks/months that go by, you just sit there going ' I should work on the fanfic..Ah..later.' and then you find out it's been months since you last updated. Sit down for one session of typing and suddenly you're on a roll of chapters. I really should be sleeping, going out of town tomorrow.

I'm sorry if my writing style suddenly changed since the last chapter which was about...an hour ago. I hardly changed that one from the way the story originally started. But lately I've been watching a lot of British comedy and television so the 'voice' in my head when I'm talking is speaking with a British accent and phrasing words differently. So if it shows up in my writing I'm sorry.

So what you've just read is actually the rough/final draft of the chapter. I just typed it up and posted it for the world to see, if they want to see it. And I'll probably read it again in a couple days and go 'Who told me this was okay to put up.' But until then, I'm tired and don't really care...