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INTERLUDE TWO - TIMING
'You're having my baby … My baby is having my baby … Only God knows how much I love you … Mothers never mean so much to me … And for you to bring forth a life from me … Would be a honor to me ladie's soul, ooh … If you go away, hey … If you've got to twist and turns, we'll be ok … Let's hold hands together and we'll pray (Case; 'Having My Baby')'
City Hall. Midgar.
He stepped out of the building and into the sunlight that bathed Midgar in radiant light. He pulled his sunglasses from their resting place in the inner pocket of his neat grey suit and placed them over his eyes. He smiled as he looked up towards the sky, enjoying the sight of white clouds skimming their way across the blue sky that was still only slightly tainted from the coal smoke spewing from the converted old Number Six and Seven Reactors.
The two reactors were providing enough power for Midgar for now, but the Number Eight was scheduled to be back online soon to handle the massive growth Midgar was experiencing. People were moving back into Midgar from Kalm and Junon looking for work and a chance at rebuilding their lives. Jobs were everywhere; in every industry. He himself needed more support staff to handing his ever-growing workload as Chief of City Security.
He'd been working longer and longer hours lately trying to stay caught up, but he'd promised her that today he'd take her out for dinner. Though normally mild mannered, the hormones raging their way through her body had been making his wife harder and harder to get along with.
Birds chirped at him as he made his way towards the parking garage down the street where his car was parked. After a long day at the office dealing with the myriad of problems that always seemed to crop up, he was ready to go home. He hated more and more being away from his wife as she grew closer and closer to the date that their child would be born.
His PHS rang and he flipped it open to be greeted with a frantic voice.
"What do you mean? It's time? You have three weeks!" He responded to the voice on the other end of the line.
"But we have plans for tonight!" He responded stupidly to the voice on the line as if that very idea would stop his child from being born today.
"I'll meet you there."
"Ten minutes." He glanced at his watch. "Fifteen if there's traffic."
He shut off the phone and dashed towards his car.