"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," Selphie said nervously as she peered over the cliff's edge.

"What! C'mon, Selph, you were all excited to go!" Zell said. "You were the one who decided on cliff diving!"

"I know that!" she shouted back, turning to face him with her fists at her sides. She looked back over the cliff. "I'm just sayin'... That I can't believe I'm actually doing it..." Her voice trailed off.

"Well, I'm all warmed up," Quistis said, finishing the last of her stretch routine. "Who's goin' first?" She raised her brow, her hands on her hips.

"Selphie," Zell suggested calmly.

"Wait, what?" Selphie turned. "Zell!"

Quistis rolled her eyes. "I guess what I should have said is," she took off in a sprint toward the edge of the cliff, "who's comin' in after me?"

They heard her voice fall as she jumped off the edge in a perfect diving formation. The three blinked and looked over the edge as she hit the water and disappeared.

"Whoa," Zell breathed.

They watched as she came back up to the surface. She looked up at her spectators and laughed.

"What's the hold-up?"

"Quistis is badass," Zell nodded to himself.

Selphie rolled her eyes. "Well, then go ahead Zell - aren't you a badass?"

"Sure am," he said.

He clenched his fists at his sides, took a deep breath, and ran off the cliff's edge.

Selphie and Irvine peered over the edge and listened as Zell screamed the entire way down. His body hit the water with a loud splash.

"Wow," Irvine laughed.

"How can they just run off a cliff like that? Are they crazy?" Selphie asked.

"Definitely," he laughed. "It's kind of freakin' me out, too - I don't do so well under intense pressure,"

"But if all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you do it, too?" she grinned.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Would you?"

"Definitely," she laughed.

They peered over the edge one more time and watched Quitis and Zell flapping around happily. It was all going just... Swimmingly.

"Well... I guess we'll go, too," she gulped.

"On three," he said.

"Okay. One, two," she began

"Wait," he said. "Are you going to say one, two, three, go, or just-"

"Go!" she shouted, and the two ran and leapt off the cliff's edge, screaming all the way to the bottom.

Squall thought it was pretty weird that Laguna would want to eat in his office, but he wasn't one to question it.

He knocked on the door and heard Laguna's voice call "come in." He pushed the doors open and entered the office. He looked around, remembering the large windows and strange décor.

"Hey, Squall," Laguna said. "Have a seat," he motioned toward two armchairs along the wall.

Squall sat, feeling like he was somehow in trouble, and Laguna went to the other side of the room.

"Coffee?" he offered.

"Please," Squall accepted.

Laguna placed two empty cups on a nearby coffee table and filled them. He returned the pot, then brought over a bowl filled with biscuits. "You hungry?"

Squall took a biscuit from the basket and placed it by his coffee. He took a long sip from his cup and placed it back down. "So," he said, "tell me more about the Centra project."

Laguna seemed to choke a bit on the coffee he was sipping. He placed the cup down.

"Yes, the colonization," he said. "I'm really interested in telling you all about it. However, that's not why I asked you here."

Squall raised a brow. He thought the Centra project had explained the reason for his trip.

What else is there?

"On the Ragnarok, when I asked you to come talk to me after everything was over," Laguna began, "it was actually for personal reasons, not business."

"...Personal reasons?" Squall repeated.

Laguna nodded. "There's something that I've… Recently learned... That I felt you should know..." He felt a cramping sensation crawl up his leg.

Squall blinked, taking another sip from his coffee. He placed the mug back down. "...Okay," he said hesitantly. "...What is it?"

"It's about… Your parents," Laguna said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"My parents?" Squall repeated.

...That's a surprise.

His origin was one that he thought of every now and then, but he'd spent his entire life determined to be on his own, and had somehow forgotten about it over time. He hadn't given much thought about his "parents" in years.

"Yes," Laguna said. "You see, Ellone… Has shown me the past - your past."

"My past?" Squall thought about this. "...So, you're saying she knew my parents?"

Laguna cleared his throat.
This is much harder than I anticipated, and I thought it would be ridiculously hard.
"Yes," he said. "In fact, she knew them very well..."

Squall looked down at his hands. "…Why hasn't Ellone told me this?"

Laguna looked Squall squarely in the eye and looked as serious as he could manage.
"Ellone has never told you because… She felt that it was my responsibility... She wanted me to tell you."

Squall looked up at Laguna. "…You?"

Laguna nodded. "I'm not sure how else to say it, so I just will," he sighed. "...You're my son, Squall..."

Rinoa found Ellone sitting in the courtyard. It was a pleasant and peaceful place. There were tall bushes, flowers, and a small fountain in the middle. Ellone was on a stone bench reading a book.

Rinoa approached her. "Hey, Ellone,"

Ellone looked up from her book and smiled. "Hey, Rinoa," she replied. "Did you guys sleep all right?"

Rinoa nodded. "Oh, sure," she said, a small smile slivering across her face. "The rooms are really nice. This whole place…"

"It reminds me of a morbid fairy tale," Ellone said, placing her finger to her lips contemplatively.

Rinoa laughed. "That sounds like something Squall would say."

Ellone laughed too. "He takes after me, I guess. I practically raised him."

"Really?" Rinoa said as she sat on the bench next to her. "I didn't know that."

Ellone nodded. "I've been taking care of Squall since he was born. He and I went to the orphanage together when we were very young. I think of him as a brother, more so than I did with the other children, because of that. I'm very close with his parents. They were like my own."

"His parents?" Rinoa asked.
She thought of her conversation with Squall in the Ragnarok. She remembered him saying that Ellone probably wouldn't have known his parents.
Now, it seemed quite the opposite.

"Wow," Rinoa said. "Squall… Doesn't know any of this," she noted.

"For now," Ellone confessed. She blinked. "Where is he?"

"He's with Laguna in his office," Rinoa said.

"I see," Ellone said. She closed the book in her lap and put it aside. "He will know soon. Don't worry." She placed her hands in her lap, and looked at Rinoa in earnest. "Rinoa, you know I have a certain ability that enables me to experience the past."

Rinoa nodded. "I do," she said, wondering what Ellone was getting at.

"I am able to share this experience with others, as you know. I think it's very important that I share some things with you. I know you're interested in seeing your mother."

"Yeah," Rinoa said, "I think it would be nice to see her. If it's not too much trouble..."

Ellone nodded. "My memories of her are a bit limited… Mostly through Laguna's experiences. But I can use your memories as well."

"Wow," Rinoa blinked. "That's amazing."

"It's impressive, yes," Ellone said softly. "It is also quite the burden." She shook her head. "I'd be happy to share them with you. However, there is something else I would like you to see first."

"What is it?" Rinoa asked, curious.

"I want you to see Squall's past. There are things you need to know that could take quite a while to explain." Ellone held out her hand. "Will you do it?"

Rinoa nodded. "Sure," she said. "What do I do?"

"Just close your eyes," Ellone said. "The sensation… Can sometimes feel like a headache, at first. So don't get nervous if it's a little uncomfortable. If I hold your hand or touch your arm, the connection will be stronger."

Rinoa took Ellone's hand, then closed her eyes. "Okay. I'm ready."

Ellone closed her own eyes, and breathed in deeply. She would start from the very beginning.

Rinoa felt like her brain was tingling, if it could do such a thing. She felt a pain behind her eyes, but she relaxed, trying to ignore it. She breathed in deep, and when she exhaled, her eyes opened.

~ Her eyes weren't really open, but she could see. She saw her mother in a hotel room, sitting on a bed. Rinoa gasped at the sudden sight of her. She'd thought she'd be witnessing Squall's past, but there her mother was. This Julia was young, but not much younger than Rinoa could remember. Rinoa also saw the back of a Galbadian soldier in uniform. He turned, and Rinoa saw clearly that it was Laguna.

"I understand," Julia said. "Many men are going off to war now."

Laguna nodded. "Not much I can do about it," he said, shrugging. "But… I wish I didn't have to."

Julia smiled at him tenderly and told him of her song, how he inspired her, and how it was enough to get her through what may come. Rinoa watched with surprise, her eyes wide, if she really was watching through her eyes. She watched as they said their goodbyes, and as Julia sat back on the hotel bed, alone. In Rinoa's mind was a thought, but it wasn't her own.

I wonder if I'll ever see him again.

She felt the sadness, the emptiness that Julia felt, then felt her own. Rinoa knew that she wouldn't.

The scene changed, and she watched as a battered Laguna was carried into a house.

He opened his eyes. He was on a bed. He couldn't move his limbs. A woman with long brown hair hair and steel blue eyes stood over him.

"What?" Laguna asked. "Where…"

"You went and got yourself into quite the mess," the woman said, crossing her arms and looking at him unfavorably. "We had to carry you all the way here."

"Hi!" Ellone screeched, and Laguna winced.

"Hello," he croaked.

The small girl crawled up so she was on the edge of the bed. "My name's Ellone. You have silly armor on."

Laguna let out a chuckle. "It is silly, isn't it?"

"Yep," Ellone nodded.

"Enough, Ellone," Raine commanded. She turned back to the stranger before her. "Now, you wanna tell me what a Galbadian soldier is doing all the way out here?"

Laguna groaned and turned back to Ellone. "There's a scary lady here, Ellone," he said.

Ellone laughed, and shook her head. "That's Raine," she said. "She's a nice lady. She takes care of me. Now, she's gonna take care'a you!"

"Uh oh…" Laguna groaned, and Ellone giggled.

The house in Winhill disappeared, and Rinoa found herself in a field. It was dark, and Laguna was beginning his journey late, as to make a quiet exit. She could feel his remorse and anticipation.

"Hey," Raine called from behind him.

He stopped and turned to her. "Hey," he said, scratching the back of his head.

"…You're going… Now?" she asked, her voice soft. You weren't going to say goodbye...?

"I have to," he said. Rinoa knew it had to do with Ellone, though she wasn't sure why. Laguna turned to leave, but Raine's voice stopped him.

Raine nodded slowly, her eyes sad. "Please, be careful. I can't bear the thought of you two…"

Laguna turned back and shook his head. "Don't say that," he commanded. "I'll come back. I'll come back with Ellone, and we'll be a family again."

"Laguna..." she said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"Raine," he said.

He took her hand into his and slipped a ring onto her finger. Her eyes widened.

"I'll come back, for you. I promise." He showed her the ring on his own finger, and she nodded happily.

"Please, find her," she whispered.

They embraced, and Laguna left quickly. Raine stood there alone, and she wondered the same thing Julia had not long ago.

The scene changed again. Raine was now sitting by a window. She watched as her neighbors scattered around town under umbrellas with their daily routines. She watched the rain slide down the window gently, and thought of how it ironically reflected her mood. She thought of how she was supposed to open the bar in a few hours. She placed her hand over her belly and ran it over the small bump. Sooner or later, people were going to know. She would have to tell them. She looked down at the ground sadly, realizing that she hadn't told a single soul yet.

She wept softly, thinking of Ellone and missing her. She hoped she was safe. She thought of Laguna, and wondered how many more months would go by before he returned, if he did. She thought of the child inside her, and hoped every day that he wouldn't have to live without a father.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood. She had no time for feeling sorry for herself. The townspeople would eventually understand. She'd have support. That was what living in Winhill was all about – the people took care of their own. She put on fresh makeup and a fresh face – and once again she was the powerful and enduring Raine.

Then Rinoa was in the bar. There were caretakers. A dozen women mingled around the bar. They were buzzing with excitement. The baby was due soon. The women exchanged clothing they'd knitted for the newborn. They laughed and Raine sat back quietly, her own conflicts internal. But she couldn't deny she was a little excited. There was a knock at the door, and Raine stood. She opened the door, and gasped.

On the other side was Ellone, waving, and holding the hand of a man Raine didn't recognize.

"Ellone," Raine breathed, with what breath she had. She bent down and embraced her, squeezing her tight. "Ellone, it's you," she was in disbelief. "You're safe,"

"Hi, Raine," Ellone said, as if she'd only been gone a few hours. Her height and looks told a different story. Her small eyes blinked, and she pointed to Raine's belly. "You got a baby inside you?"

Rain laughed and stood back up. She addressed the man, clearly a representative of Esthar. "Esthar?" she asked.

The man nodded, showing her a badge with Esthar's seal to identify himself. "Yes ma'am. I was ordered to bring the child to you."

"Does this mean I'll have a baby sister?" Ellone asked Raine.

Raine ignored Ellone, more interested in what this stranger had to say. She suddenly assumed the worst. "...By whom?" Raine remained firm with the man, her hand on her hip.

"President Laguna Loire," he said.

Inwardly, she sighed with relief. He's alive... But, what did he just say?!

"Presi- what? Who?" she rambled.

"Is Uncle Laguna gonna be a daddy?" Ellone asked.

The man shrugged. "Presid-"

"I heard what you said," she said, holding her hand up.

"I was also instructed," he began, pulling an envelope from his jacket, "to give you this."

He handed her the envelope. She took it and eyed it suspiciously.

"Enclosed is a letter from the president himself," he said proudly.

Raine almost laughed out loud, but refrained. "Thank you, I guess..."

"He assured me that you would know what to do with the girl," he said, looking at Ellone.

Raine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think I've got it,"

"Is there anything, ma'am, anything at all I can do to assist you while I am here?" he offered. He eyed her bulging belly for a moment and cleared his throat. "Is there anything you would like for me to tell him..?"

Raine thought for a moment, then sighed. "Anything I have to say to Laguna Loire I can say myself."

The messenger swallowed nervously. "Yes, ma'am."

She huffed. "So, you bring me a kid, and a letter from my fiance who I haven't seen in almost a year, and that's that?"

"…What's that?" he asked, confused. Obviously he had not been informed of the President's relationship to this woman.

"Tell me how to get in touch with the president," she said, her voice cold. "Directly."

"His mailing address is in the letter," the man said. "Unless you go to a nearby town with a telecom, then you could reach his-"

"Fine, thank you," she said, and she slammed the door in his face.

The women spectators all remained silent, and Ellone looked around in confusion. "Are you guys having a party? Is there cake?"

Rained breathed out, then turned back to Ellone. She bent down again and smiled. "Yes, honey, we're having a party for the baby."

"Cool!" Ellone cheered. "Cake?"

"You can have all the cake you want, baby," Raine told her.

Ellone grinned and hugged Raine. "I'm so glad I got to come home! I hate Esthar."

"Ellone honey," Raine said, breaking eye contact for a moment to glare at the spectators. The women cringed at her glance and returned to their own conversations. Raine looked back at Ellone. "Where is he? Where's Uncle Laguna?"

"In Esthar," the small girl said. She pointed to the right. "That way."

Raine nodded, smiling at her comment. "What did he say, Ellone? Is he coming home, too?"

Ellone scratched her head. "He can't," she said. "We have to go there. Or he'll come here after. 'It's in the letter, Ellone,'" she mimicked Laguna. "I said I was listening." She nodded to herself proudly.

Go to Esthar? Raine scoffed. Over my dead body! What is that ridiculous man up to this time? She tried to restrain herself in front of Ellone.
"Did he say anything else?" Raine asked calmly.

"Umm," Ellone put her finger to her lips as she thought. She smiled as she realized. "Oh yeah. He said he loves you,"

Raine couldn't help but laugh. She was so happy to see Ellone, and to at least hear from Laguna, that she couldn't help but be joyful. She embraced Ellone once more and smiled.

"I'm so happy to see you, baby," she said. She released her and wiped the tear trailing down her cheek. "So," she said, forcing a smile. "You want a baby sister, huh?"

Ellone nodded. "I can dress her up," she said, and Raine laughed.

"I'd like to see that," she said.

Rinoa had forgotten her own consciousness for a while. She had been so enveloped in the experience. All of the pieces began to come together, and she suddenly realized what it all meant, what Ellone had meant when she said she knew him as a baby. Laguna, Ellone, Squall – suddenly she understood.

Rinoa's thoughts left her as she felt the overwhelming fear coming from a small child. Ellone could see the life was leaving her.

"Raine," she cried. "What's the matter? What's… What's going to happen?"

Raine took Ellone's hand in hers, her arm heavy. She smiled weakly. "Everything's going to be okay, Ellone - don't worry about me."

"But… They said you were sick," the small girl whispered.

"It's all right," Raine said. "Did you get a sister?" she asked, hoping to take the subject off of her.

"No," Ellone frowned and shook her head. "He's a boy. Now who will I play with?"

Raine laughed softly. "Sorry, baby," she said. She ran her hand over Ellone's face and through her hair. "But, you'll still be a good sister, right?"

Ellone nodded. "And I think Uncle Laguna will be a good daddy."

Raine laughed again. "I think he makes a better uncle," she rolled her eyes.

Ellone nodded, unaware of Raine's implications. She looked away for a moment, then back at Raine. "Raine?" she said softly. "Do you think… Uncle Laguna will ever be able to come back?"

"I hope so, Elle," Raine sighed. She kissed the girl on the forehead. "Now, go watch over your brother," she said. "I need to rest."

Ellone pretended to go in the other room, but instead hid in the corner out of sight so she could watch Raine.

Raine motioned for one of the women to come over, who hurried to her side.

"Lay still," the woman commanded.

Raine waved her hand lazily, denying commands even in her weakened state. She pointed to a nearby table. "My journal," she said. "Get it."

The woman nodded and retrieved the book, then brought it to Raine's side.

"Bookmarked page," she said. "His name is there."

The women flipped open the book and read the page. "...But... It's your maiden surname..." She looked back at Raine hesitantly. "...Don't you want his name -"

"No," Raine commanded. "Exactly as it's written," she whispered. "And... Ellone..." Raine took a labored breath. "Destroy her records. Leave her without a surname."

"But, Raine,"

Rained coughed, the sound rumbling deep in her chest. "For... Her protection... Idiot..."

"Okay..."

Raine reached up, grasping the woman's shirt. Her grip was surprisingly strong in her state and the women grew visibly nervous. "On... My stone... Use his name."

"This is confusing," the woman mumbled.

"Write. It. Down. Raine Loire."

The woman nodded and scribbled notes in the journal.

"My flowers," Raine whispered.

"The white blossoms," the woman said.

Raine barely managed a slight nod.

"Edea... Kramer... Write down the name... Centra... Send them to her. She... She will know what to do... She can... Protect them..."

"K, r, a, m,"

"Idiot," Raine coughed.

"Raine, I've got it, okay?" the woman said, frowning down at her. "You should rest! You lost so much blood..."

"If you read my journal," Raine whispered, "I will kill you."

"Raine," the woman shook her head.

"Haunt you," Raine corrected.

"Raine! That's enough!"

"Give... Give it to Edea... To... Give to Ellone... And Squall..."

"Who?"

"The... Baby... You... Stupid... Ugh..."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" She grasped the older woman's hand. "Please Raine, you have to rest. I'm scared!"

Raine managed to raise her brows, though her eyes were closed. "You...?" she said, looking up at her. She closed her eyes again. "That's everything. Now... Get out..."

"Raine,"

"Now."

The woman went back down the stairs, leaving Raine alone. Raine sighed, knowing that her next few breaths would be her last.

I wished you could have been here. I wish things had been different. But I cannot take it with me when I go. I trust Edea. It's the right decision.

She felt small fingers wrap around her dangling hand. She tried to look down at her, but moving was no option. She managed a slight smile.

"Ellone."

"I'm sorry, Raine," Ellone said. "I don't wanna be with the baby now. I don't wanna leave you."

"It's alright," Raine whispered. "You... Will have... Lots of time... With him."

"I'm scared, Raine," Ellone said, biting back the tears.

"Ellone... I love you, kid..."

"I love you too, Raine... Don't die..."

Raine closed her eyes one last time. "It will be... Okay. Look after him... Please... Ellone..."

Ellone nodded. "I promise."

Rinoa felt Ellone's sadness and grief. In the back of her mind she heard her voice.

"Sorry if it's a little much," she said. "It's hard for me to remember those days."

"Ellone?" Rinoa asked. "How are you…"

Ellone continued, ignoring her question.

"They sent us to the orphanage soon after that. They sent Laguna a letter, telling him about Raine, but… He didn't track me down again until years later. I realized when I saw him that Raine had never told him about Squall. She never told him, Rinoa. So I had to make a choice - I had to protect Raine's secret, or show Laguna the truth. I think, once he learned Raine had died... He had no reason to come back." ~

Rinoa opened her eyes, and Ellone opened hers. They looked at one another, and Rinoa noticed she was back in the courtyard.

"So... Laguna just found out about Squall, too?" Rinoa asked.

Ellone blinked. "You're a fast recoverer," she said. "Most people get pretty dazed."

Rinoa shrugged. "I am kind of a sorceress,"

Ellone smiled. "I told Laguna a few months ago, after he met Squall for the first time. He's been… Sorting out himself ever since, I think. He loved Raine a lot. It's going to be hard for him."

Rinoa frowned. "I don't mean to be negative," she said. "...But, if he cared about you, why didn't he come back?"

Ellone sighed. "That's the end-all question," she said. "He's never addressed it directly, nor have I, but… I did some research in his memories. I've been putting the pieces together for a long time now. The best I can come up with, is grief."

"Grief?" Rinoa repeated.

Ellone nodded. "He'd been trying to protect me for so long, and with Raine's death I think… I think he lost hope in a lot of things. Besides, I was Raine's niece. Though Laguna was found of me, I wasn't really his responsibility. I think Esthar was an excuse to stay busy, to stay away. He may seem like an easy-going guy, but he does have a lot of sadness in him."

"I see," Rinoa said, looking at her hands in her lap. "I wonder… What Squall will do when he realizes that he has a living breathing president-of-Esthar father," she blinked. "Good God," she realized, "he's going to freak,"

She sighed. "That's what I'm afraid of," Ellone groaned. "But, at least it will put a lot of things in perspective for him. I've been slowly revealing it to him for almost a year now, through the 'dreamworld.' It's time Laguna finally told him."

"Is that what he's doing right now?" Rinoa pointed her thumb in the direction of the office.

Ellone nodded. "I would think so."

"Wow," Rinoa breathed. "…I'm glad I came on this trip with him," she admitted.

"I'm glad you did too," Ellone laughed. "Believe me - he's gonna need it."

Selphie and Zell were already asleep by the fire as Irvine lightly plucked the guitar strings. Quistis was captivated by the flames, and listened to the melody with a fondness for its earthy rhythm. When Irvine finished the song, he placed his guitar at his side. He rolled up some tobacco into paper and lit it. Quistis sat beside him, and took it from his hand, taking a puff as well. He chuckled, and she winked as she handed it back.

"Irvine, can I ask you something?" Quistis wondered, blowing out the smoke.

"Sure," he shrugged.

"What are you gonna do? You know, after we get back?"

It was a tough question that he had been pondering himself for a while. He took a long drag and exhaled slowly.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I'll head back to Galbadia. I'll meet up with a few old friends there... You know, start my life back over."

"Do you think it'll be the same?" she asked.

"No," he laughed. "Not at all. But... It's the only place where I have some foundation. As much fun as Balamb's been, it's just not... Home."

"I know what you mean," she said. "Galbadia's home for you then, huh?"

He shrugged. "Home is where the heart is – I guess I'm still looking for mine."

Quistis nodded. She smiled at him. Although the undertones were saddening, their past was something that they could not take back, and Irvine seemed to accept if not embrace sat there for a while in silence until Irvine picked up his guitar again. Quistis enjoyed the melody and thought to herself.

Life, love, meaning – they were things that were always in front of her but she did not see until recently. It reminded her that her youth was over and life was beginning to fall into her hands. The future was before her, and the past haunted her – she was ready to experience the present.

"I'm going to miss you guys," she said. "You, and Selphie,"

Irvine nodded. "It'll suck for a while, but I'm sure we'll keep in touch,"

"Well, what about you two?"

"Who?"

"You and Selphie," she explained. "You guys aren't getting into a relationship or anything?"

He chuckled to himself, softly plucking the strings. "Not that I know of,"

"I think she likes you," Quistis hinted.

"She say that?" Irvine asked.

She giggled. "Not necessarily... But I can tell,"

He smiled, but it faded soon after. "She's great, I like her a lot. But, I think that she has her heart set on Trabia - not me."

Quistis frowned and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"It's all right," Irvine shrugged. "I want her to be happy."

"So, you like her too, then," Quistis grinned.

"Of course," he laughed. "She's always been my favorite."

She smiled, warmed by his affection for Selphie. It saddened her that the two of them wouldn't recognize their feelings for one another. She wondered if such admiration could so easily disappear. As for now, it seemed likely.

"Irvine, you deserve love," Quistis sighed.

"Thanks, Quistis," he said, kissing her gently on the cheek. "It will happen someday. And I'm sure it will be worth waiting for."

"Right," she nodded. "Maybe it will be Selphie. Who knows," she offered with a shrug.

They stayed quiet for a while, both their minds wondering the same thing.