The click. There it was again. Click. A pair of eyes followed the silver balls suspended on strings, as it oscillated around an invisible axis, periodically knocking each other, thus producing the click. Irvine lifted the object up from the display table, and held the silver balls. Cold, dead, heartless. He released his grip on the silver spheres, and set the object back onto the table. Reaching from under the table, he fished out a dog-eared magazine. Flipping hurriedly through, he stopped at a page. He tapped the side of his head for a while. Thoughts ran through his mind.

"I thought you were getting ready for the weaponry show?" Quistis asked. Irvine quickly stood up and nodded his head. Quistis entered and shut the door behind her.

"Yeah I am. I just thought I, ah, check on you first to see if you, ah, are alright." Irvine scratched his curly hair. Quistis flashed a watery smile.

"Thanks for the concern, Irvine. I am fine, really." Irvine picked up his rifle.

"Then I guess I, ah, should get going." He staggered. He quickly walked towards the door, slightly brushing past Quistis.

"Good luck Irvine. Show them a thing or two." Quistis encouraged, winking in his direction. Irvine merely nodded before disappearing out of the door. Quistis sighed.

"I must do it alone." Squall shook his head firmly. The gunblade dangled dangerously behind his duffel bag. Squall started to walk in the direction of the ship. A firm grip stopped him in mid-walk.

"Squall. This is no small matter. Shouldn't you at least discuss this matter with the rest of us?" Zell questioned. Squall shrugged his hand off.

"I alone shall undertake this operation." Squall stubbornly insisted. Irvine stepped up to the duo.

"Squall. You must think this through. Even the Galbadians failed to resist the X-Com, what makes you think you can?" Irvine yelled. Squall appeared undaunted.

"Let me be, Irvine." Squall thrust his forearm in the direction of Irvine, before pulling it back sharply. In a spat of confusion, Irvine fell to the floor. Zell stared wide-eyed at Squall, as the loner put one hand in his pocket and walked to the cruiser's landing flap. The flap closed on Squall. Zell helped Irvine up to his feet, before retreating to the safety of the observatory. The airlock panels were shut tight, as the heat in the docking bay increased. The one-man cruiser lifted smartly off the bay, before blasting off to a start. Squall was no more.

The others were at the Cafeteria, solemn and quiet. Selphie stared at the rest blankly. With each anticipating look around the table, she half expected to see Squall with them, partaking in this solemn discussion, but then again, that was why they were having this discussion. Squall's sudden departure. Selphie reached for a satchel of sugar, before tearing it open. She emptied the sugar into her tea. Her left hand automatically poised next to her right, stirring the tea with a white spatula. She had long knew about Squall's reaction to Rinoa's death, but never did know that Squall had actually missed her that much to undertake such a risky operation alone. If Drew Gains hadn't secretly contacted her with this information, they probably would have though Squall was on one of his moods again. Well, he had always portrayed that cold and heartless persona to others, and only close friends, who were countable, knew that it actually was all just an act. His real self was concealed deeply beneath his outer shell. It was all over anyway. Somehow, Selphie got the feeling that it would be long, if not never, before the others were going to be seeing Squall soon.

"Selphie? Selphie?" Zell said irritably. Selphie snapped out of her thoughts.

"Selphie, we were just thinking of going to help Squall." Zell gently told her. Selphie stopped stirring.

"Zell, we do not even know where he is right now. How on earth are we going to find him, much less help him?' Selphie said. Irvine released his grip on his rifle.

"Listen up guys, I do not know what has got into Squall, but all I know that is Squall is our friend and that we should do something about it." He rapped. Quistis nodded from behind him. The table was quiet. Zell slowly nodded his head.

He felt that is was only right. After all, Squall was the one who saved him the on a past mission, where he almost lost his life. Zell swallowed his saliva, tight-lipped. It was more of fear than of worry.

Squall sat alone in the pilot's chair. The aircraft was set on automatic, leaving him free to do other things. Such as feeling guilty. His conscience pricked him the way salt does to a fresh wound. He had actually floored a friend of his. It was unthinkable, yet he had already done it. He just hoped Irvine was alright. It simply would not do to have an injured mate credited to him. But then again, Rinoa was more important. His mind was confused, if not, lost. Squall glance below him through the cockpit. The greenery was passing him by. He thought he saw the wind mill. Squall let fall a single tear.

Selphie creaked the door of Squall's room open. Drawing a deep breath, she pushed the door wide open and stepped in. She walked to the table. A little sphere balanced miraculously on it. Selphie frowned. She picked it up, and gave it a shake. She stared at it. For seconds, nothing happened. Then the room faded away, as the familiar scent of flowers reached her. She looked around. It was the hilltop once again. The place Laguna took Raine as his ravishing wife. The place Raine was laid to rest. The place Squall reunited with her sister. A place of tragedy and fortune, a place of happiness and sorrow. They always say they're two-sides of a coin. This place was a perfect example.

"Selphie." A familiar voice. Selphie instantly recognized it.

"Rinoa!" Selphie turned around. She was greeted by the real physical Rinoa. Or what she made out as the real Rinoa.

"Rinoa! We missed you!" Selphie said happily. She gave Rinoa a quick embrace, before pulling back. Rinoa felt real to her. At least, in the little world they were in.

"Selphie, you must stop Squall" she said urgently.

"Where is he going?" Selphie asked. Rinoa's shoulder sank.

"He's going to attack X-Com to steal their power to control the Dimension Gates."

"Huh? Dimension Gates?"

"Right now, my death is only temporary, for I am only in another Dimension. So as long as my physical body is still undestroyed, I cannot reach the next dimension. The only way out is to destroy my body or to restore me to it."

Selphie nodded her teary eyes. Rinoa forced a smile.

"Do not worry Selphie. I hope there would be a day when I can be finally reunited with all of you. I miss you all, especially Squall."

Selphie wiped the tears of her eyes. She sniffed. The wind chose to blow across the field at that instant, not the gentle breeze it normally produces, but this was one of danger, bringing a chill to Selphie's spine. Rinoa started to flicker before Selphie's eyes. Selphie got to her feet.

"The power of this crystal is weak. I shall have to go now. Goodbye Selphie."

Selphie staggered to the floor, landing on her knees. The crystal was back on the table, away from her hand. Selphie looked around the room. It was still a room. She quickly stood up, replaced the sphere and left.