You stare at your right hand, fingers clenched over a familiar object. The sun is peeking subtly through the clouds, offering no comfort as your hand opens and reveals to you the closed, cracked device that you had prayed wouldn't be there when you opened your hand.
It's her phone.
You flip it open but the screen stays black, a long, thin line crossing the top half. Placing it in your pocket, you look back at the space on the ground where you first saw the communication device. The clear stretch of land between a number of large rocks and boulders goes for miles, and you vaguely see what looks almost like large tire tracks leading the way.
You swing your legs over Fenrir and follow them as fast as your bike will allow.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
An hour later Fenrir skids to a stop, large clouds of dust billowing behind you.
Your heart stops for what must have been the five hundredth time since learning of Tifa's disappearance.
There, crashed, mangled, and on its side, is Tifa's truck. You sprint at it, your head pounding.
Please be okay, please be okay…
From what you can see from looking in the closest window, the truck is vacant. You aren't sure if the information makes you feel better or worse.
You know it's the latter when you see the blood stains on the seats.
Tifa…
You blink away the heavy wetness gathering in your eyes. This doesn't mean anything, you tell yourself, that could be anyone's blood.
You reach for your phone, your hand freezing slightly when it touches over the crack on her phone before pulling out your own.
The person on the other end picks up on the first ring.
'Cloud.'
You tell the ex-Turk the location of the truck and learn that Vincent has no leads from his search. You look back at the path that Tifa's truck crashed off of. Muttering a quiet goodbye to the ex-Turk, you are back on Fenrir and speeding farther down the path.