Vincent set out in the general direction of the Forgotten City. He felt at first that he needed time to think things through, puzzle out the meaning behind this dream.

And then he had another one.

He was standing in a different lab than the one that had been in the last dream, but Lucrecia was there anyway.

He knew this lab. It was where Hojo had mutilated him. Where Lucrecia had saved his life and damned him at the same time.

The Shinra Mansion.

He prowled the shadows, knowing he wouldn't be seen, but being cautious anyway.

Just like the last one, Hojo entered, staring at Lucrecia. Vincent bristled. He didn't like that look.

"Any results?"

Lucrecia sighed, not looking up. "No. She's comatose and not responding to anything I do. The only thing I can imagine could be done would be to store her somewhere for a few years, come back and try again."

Hojo got a nasty smile on his face. "Let me try."

Lucrecia shuddered, leaving him to his attempts.

Vincent started forward, needing to do something, but knowing he couldn't. This wasn't real. None of it was. Before he go very far, the scene changed.

A group of Shinra soldiers were stowing a storage container in some kind of closet. He was vaguely sure they were still in the Manson but he didn't recognize this part. He edged closer to get a good look at the container, needing to see if it was the girl. That voice still haunted him

Vincent….

It was. Comatose, she looked peaceful.

Her eyes snapped open and she emitted a soundless scream. The soldiers, like Lucrecia, did not notice.

She looked straight at him, her eyes black as midnight now. "Where were you?" she demanded. " Where are you? Save me!"

Vincent woke, sweat pouring down his body. A sense of urgency pervaded the air. He stood and dressed more fully, leaving as soon as he could.

He knew, now, where he had to go.

Shinra Mansion. That girl…She was calling. He had to know who she was.

He changed direction and sped off towards Nibelheim and that mansion of nightmares as quickly as he could.

He hoped he wasn't too late.