The train ride to Balamb was a quiet one. Quistis napped with her head on Irvine's shoulder. Irvien sat, deep in thought

iWhat if Cid does give Quisty her memory back? She didn't seem to want me before she left. will she stil wnat me once she remembers? More importantly, will she want our baby? No, I have to keep her hidden. For now/i

He looked at Quistis, who was already asleep, and brushed a stry strand of hair out of her face. A few minutes later the train stopped at Balamb Train station. He gently nudged her awaken her. She slowely woke up and looked around.

"Where are we? Why have we stopped?"

"We'er in Balamb now. This is our stop."

"Oh? Is this your home?"

"No, we aren't there yet. After we leave this little town, we have a bit of walking to do to get to Balamb Garden" He told her as he stood up, grabbed her suitcase, and reached his hand out ot her.

They left the train station and wandered through the town of Balamb. He showed her the sites of the small town, in hopes the it might trigger a little bit of her memory. But, unfortuneatly, her memory refused to return.

"Irvine, I'm getting a bit tired." she told him after they wandered about an hour and a half through the town.

"I suppose we should get to the Garden." he said.

They left the small town and headed through a large field. The field had poppies growing in it, and was nothing like Quisits had seen in the hustle and bustle of Deling City.

Irvine thought long hard on how to ask Quistis about her attacker. He didn't want to force her to relive the situaation, but he had to know who was after her and child, and why,

"Quisits...um.."

"Yes?"
"I...I don't want to make you relive what happened, but I have to know who..who attacked you. Do you know who it was?"

"I didn't know his name, no. But if I saw him again, I would surely know who it was." she told him.
He stared at her for a minute, wanting for her go on.

"Oh, I take you want me to describe him to you." she told him.

"Please."

"Well, let's see, he was shorter than you. He had blond hair, a grey trenchcoat, and a scar. Yes, a scar on his forehead, right above his nose. And her referred to him as 'dear instructor'"

iSiefer! But why would Seifer go after Quistis and our baby? It doesn't make any scense./i Irvine thought to himself.

Soon they wre aprroaching the gates of Balamb Garden. And then one thing hit Irvine. He had no clue how to sneak Quistis in.

He then noticed Zell.

"Zell! Zell!" he whispered loudly.

Zell was talking to several students and didn't hear Irvine.

"Stay here, don't move." he told Quistis.

She grabed his coat sleeve.

"Irvine, I feel sick. I'm nut sure why they call it morning sicknes..." She bent over and garbbed her knees.

"No, not yet. Please. At least let us get to my room."

Seeing that there was an urgency now, he leapt over the gate and ran over to Zell.

"You need to get on your T-board.'
"What?"

"Please, just run around on your T-board for a while."

"The last time I did that, it got taken away from me. I'm not doing that again."

"Look, I'll get it back for you someway later tonight. Please?"

"What are you up to?"

"I can't tell you right now. Just trust me. I'll get it back for you, I promise."

Zell sighed, and went to get his T-baord. Minutes later, her returned riding around on it. Soon, some guards were chasing after him.

As that was going on, Irvine jumped back over the gate, garbbed Quistis, and the two of them ran through the gate.

'I'm...gonna....ugh..."

"We're almost to my room, I promise."

Soon, the managaed not only to sneak her into the entrance way, but all the way to his dorm room without being noticed.

As soon as they got in Irvine's dorm, Quistis heasded straight for the bathroom and kneeled beside the toilet.

"Do, do you want me to hold your hair up? Oh, I see it already is up. Is there anything I can do?" he continued, not knowing what to say.

Soon, Quistis cleaned up, and emerged from the bathroom. She climbed into Irvine's bed, and pulled the covers over her head.

Irvine looked at her, then something hit him and he left the room, knowing there was something he had to take care of.