After the game took place Tidus once again thanked his friend and said that he could come and watch him practice. Tidus ran down all the side street, short cuts he knew and ran up a fire escape, which allowed him to zip line straight onto his boat avoiding the crowd looking for his father. But as he cleared the top step he noticed something different. Hanging from the zip line was a pendant and a letter. The letter was a love poem the kind of which Tidus received many usually from over zealous fans, but the pendant was an exact replica of his own. Why would some one give him his own pendant? But then he noticed something inscribed on the pendant. "I'll meet you after practice tomorrow." Tidus hid the pendant and shot into his house. After answering the usual questions about the game. Tidus went to bed, after all he was shattered after all of the days events. When he woke up in the morning he felt much better than the day before, as he suspected his dad had not waited for him to wake up and had arrived long after he had gone to sleep. Today his dad was signing autographs, Tidus knew this for sure, and he himself had Blitzball practice and needed to be at the stadium on time, apparently his "legions" of fans wasn't to stop from arriving on time or he would not be playing in the next match. The next match was a very important one against Bevelle. As he entered the kitchen his mum greeted him. "Oh, good morning, you're a bit late and there is someone outside waiting for you," she said cheerfully, she was always cheerful, "he wouldn't leave his name though." "Thanks where's dad today?" asked Tidus casually "I think at Jet's sports store on 5th," replied his mum, "Why?" "I don't want to get caught in his "Wake"," said Tidus truthfully "Well don't be late and come back by 3:00 we have some jobs to do." Tidus nodded and left the boat. As usual a few of his fans were there to cheer him on, they were mainly girls. But also a very young boy, he wanted to become a Blitzball star and loved Tidus more than anyone else in the world. Tidus suspected he was an orphan and so treated him nicely. But today there was a man wearing a red robe with one arm strapped up and sunglasses on his battle hardened face. He pushed forward and said roughly "Well you need to be at practice on time don't you?" "Yeah," said Tidus, "Who are you?" "I am Auron, someone from your past-future you have not met me although the events have already occurred."