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"Tifa here. Who there?"

"Tifa! Go to Ted's house and quick."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just get there and call an ambulance."

"Zack, care to explain what's going on?"

"Just go. There's no time for explanations!"

"Fine! Geez! You don't have to be such a prick."

"Thanks. See you later."

"Where are you going?"

"Gotta look for Cloud."

"Still caring about that ass?"

"That ASS is my friend, got it?"

"Urgh. Dunno how you put up with him."

"Tifa…"

"Yeah I know! Between he and I, I'm more of an ass than he is."

"Hmm…well that I can't deny."

"Zack!"

"See ya in a few. Call me with updates." I hung up. "Now gotta go and find my lost chocobo." I went down the stairs and back to the entrance of the building. The keeper! Gotta find the keeper! "HEY JOHNSON! YOU THERE MAN?"

"YES. YES!" He appeared from behind the counter, holding his ears. "Don't need to yell. This younglings from these days….." He rumbled and mumbled.

"Focus. Focus. Cloud which way did he went?" I asked.

"Yeah. Saw the kid this morning. He looked…happy. Never seen him as happy as today. Beaming if you ask me. Most of the times he was…"

"Cloud. Where. Focus." I pressed.

"He left."

"I know that. But where?" I face palmed myself mentally.

"He took westward." He said while cleaning his counter with a rag.

"Westward. Got it. Thanks Johnson." I said happily. Now I had a hint of were Cloud went. But then I stopped. I had a tiny speck of hope, but it wasn't enough with the information I received. I could give it a shot though. "Johnson. By any chance did he tell you his destination." The old man looked down in disappointment. He looked older, much more older than what he really was. "No kid." He answered sorrowfully. "He didn't."

"I see." I said gloomily. "Well then, see ya later." I answered and walked towards the exit.

"Kid." He called just before I opened the door.

"Yeah?" I turned to look at me. He seemed so fatherish to me. I was glad and scared at the same time. I had no good memories of my father. Not that they were dark and traumatizing memories, but…he was really strict with my upbringing. Sometimes, when he called over I even answered with that military tone of a cadet to his general. "Yes, sir"; or "No, sir"; and even "For you, sir". I used to laugh it off with my friend but inside me I was shaking with fear. "Please, bring him back." He begged. "Although he was a quiet kid, he was the only one who took his time to talk to me and listen to my stories of old. He was a good kid. So…please bring him back." I smiled goofily.

"Will do sir." Fuck! My dad's upbringing was really effective. "Will do."

"Thanks Zack." He said and beamed at me.

"Well. Gotta go and bring back my lost chocobo." I said and opened the door.

"Good luck."

"Thanks." I said and looked outside. "WHAT THE HELL? IS IT NIGHT ALREADY! BUT I JUST GOT HERE!"

"You spent lots of time on Cloud's room sonny." Johnsons answered with a chuckle.

"SERIOUSLY! AW MAN! NOT IT WILL BE HARDER TO CATCH HIM! DAMN IT! LIFE, WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?" And Johnson kept on chuckling and chuckling while I rambled on about how life hated me and wanted to keep me away from finding Cloud. But then again, if life didn't hate me so, it wouldn't put me obstacles and….it will be boring. My cell rang. "Hello, you are now calling to Hot-Stuff Zack...Thanks Tifa." I needed to get Cloud back. And quickly.