Kk, peoples! Welcome to the second chapter. R/R please?

Disclaimer:I Don't own FFTA or FFT. Square Enix does, and now Nintendo owns Square. I do not own any of the characters, or anything else but a cartrige and this fanfic. Enjoy.

Days passed.

More days passed.

And, ye guessed it, more days passed!

And still there was no sign as to how they were going to get out.

Kilov was eating his bread when there was a shout of a drunken man and some bangaa speak.

"Let me go yer ovagrown lizards!"

"Tchah. Lizzard indeed. This'll teach you ssome mannerss!"

A resounding crack and the man was knocked out.

"Bensom, did you hear that, kupo?"

"Maybe I did and I'm trying to forget, or maybe I didn't and trying to remember."

There was a scratch at the wall, and everyone snapped to attention.

"Hey you..."

"Ye wantss to ge out, iss it not?"

Apperantly there was a hole in the wall, not big enough to get out of, but perfect for conversing with the cell next door. Two bangaas, One a bishop and the other a templar, were looking out of the hole.

"Todayss your lucky day. That there persson wass the great Theodore."

Lester had heard of him before. He was one of the best thieves around. Indeed! He could steal gil from anyone and make them think that they spent it. If you were unlucky enough to get into an engagement with him, within a few minutes he would of taken your clothes, shoes, hat, dignity, and whatever was in your pockets. He was a good man, always followed the law...

Except when he was drunk. He had a slight *cough cough wheeze choke* drinking problem. When he was intoxicated anything was possible.

"We have the ssell next door to him. Wanna talk?"

Kilov squealed.

"We'll take that as a yess. Kay, waddayawannasay?"

Bensom took Kilov away and scolded him.

"Kilov, what are you doing? They might be spies for the prison, and we don't know who they are. They've agreed to help, yes, but that doesn't mean anything! What if something bad happens?"

"Then it happens," Kilov said simply, and tried to wriggle out of Bensom's grasp.

But it was too late to change their mind. The two bangaas were intent on helping them in any way they could, to telling them otherwise would of done naught.

"Alright, peopless. We'll relay whatever you ssay to him. Remember, he'ss drunk, sso he'ss not at this smartest, but he can be angered eassily," said the templar.

"Why are you helping us!?" Bensom screamied in the quiet way nu mous scream.

There was an uncomfortable pause, in which the bishop turned to his partner and whispered in a tone everyone could bearly hear, "Dear godss, nowadayss we need a reasson for everything. Even when I assked the prisson guard if I could go outsside to take a pisss!"

Lester decided they could be trusted, so their conversation with Theodore went a little like so:

"Hey, Theo."

"What?"

"We want to have a word with you. The ssell next door to ourss, we mean."

"What do they want?" Theodore was still groggy and in an undecided mood.

"They want materials for a bow and arrows, and some light but strong rope. Can you do that?"

"Was that a question or and insult...?" thought Theodore. But, the thing on his mind was more drink, so he brushed that aside. "Okaaay, what will they give meee...?" At this time he collapsed.

"He'ss more drunk then we thought," whispered the bishop. "He says he wants payment in the form of more boozze."

"So be it," Lester said with more confidence then he felt. "Tell him we'll give him some when we bail out."

"That's crazzy enough to work. Wait."

A few minutes later, the templar gave them good news and bad news. "Good newss, he'll do it. Bad newss, it'll take awhile."

Kilov whine/whimpered and played with the ball on his head.

Conner sat down and sighed a sigh that depressed everyone present. "We'll wait, then. We'll wait."

And indeed they waited!

And then some!

And then some more!

Ect, ect, ect...

After what seemed like forever and a half, Theodore finally managed to get the proper materials. There was no time to lose. Lester hurried a bit more on the bow, he was hearing footsteps and they were coming to his cell. He hid them quickly and got into a sleeping position and regulated his breathing.

The prison guard looked around, put some bread and water down, and left.

"Hurry up, that fresh air outside smells delish and I want to taste it~" Conner whispered.

Finally, the bow was done.

"Kilov, we're going to play a game, okay?" Bensom instructed. "Lester is going to shoot an arrow into that window up there, and you'll climb up it and get out the window. Then, get the rope and tie it up to the nearest rock and wait. If you win, we'll be free. Do you understand?"

Kilov nodded and sucked his thumb.

Conner turned to Lester. "'Tis all yours. No one will come by for a while. Take your time and aim."

Lester aimed, shot and it flew gracefully and landed outside. Kilov began to climb the rope, but alas he was too heavy and the arrow slipped and fell on the floor.

They added weights to the arrow and shot it again. Kilov barely made it. He landed outside and did as instucted.

"You can climb out now!" Kilov yelled.

"Not so loud," Bensom said. "You'll attract the guards!"

Slowly, Lester shimmied up the rope and got out. Bensom did the same without much difficulty. But Conner was too big to fit through the bars!

"Ummm, I can't get out, guys. A little help?"

"Try breaking the bars. They're really rusty."

Conner pulled on the bars, and they broke with a loud...um...sound of bars breaking.

"Holy Hell that was loud," Lester thought.

"Prissonerss are esscaping! Get them!"

"Time to run, people!" Lester picked up Kilov and ran. He ran faster then he had ever run before. His lungs were pleading for air. Judges on Chocobos were chasing them. Bensom fell behind and turned around. The judges halted in surprize, and so did the escapees.

"So, turning youself in, white mage?"

No one noticed but Conner. She was mummering something. A spell? What could a White Mage do to help the situation?

"Frog!"

A puff of smoke appeared and the next thing everyone knew, the judges were sitting on frogs that were croaking for air.

"Tah tah," Bensom said over her shoulder as she ran. The judges gave chase, but their armor was heavy and they stopped.

"Let's go to a Jagd, kupo," Kilov offered.

"Good idea. Onward!"

~That night~

Kilov twitched. Bensom awoke, and watched him. He was having a dream, and he was saying something in his sleep. She sat down next to him and listened.

Kilov found himself in a weird town. It was snowing, and humans were everywhere. Kilov walked about, looking for nothing in particular. A strange machine zoomed past, almost colliding into him.

After his heart stopped beating so hard, he continued walking and found himself in a park.

He saw a boy, age around in his early teens, blone, and a serious cowlick on his head. It seemed almost like a feather and it stood straight up. He was on a bench, his back to Kilov. A girl with long hair joined him. The hair always changed color-White, pink, green, ect, ect, ect... They looked off into the sky, not saying anything, neither seeming to enjoy or dislike each others company. Kilov wanted to sit down next to them and look at whatever they were so interested in, but he couldn't.

The girl turned, saw him, looked surpized for a moment, murmered something, and suddenly he was witnessing a tea party. Four moogles were sitting on blue toadstools around a wooden square table. They were drinking doughnut-flavored tea and tea made of doughnuts. On the cups and teapot was written:

"My White T"

Then he awoke. Bensom was sitting next to him.

"You had a dream," Bensom said quietly.

Kilov scratched his head. "Funny, I don't remember any of it, kupo."

"You were talking in your sleep. First you said, 'Kiss the girl already' then there was a pause. After, you were saying, 'Please pass the sugar,' and 'More scones, dear?' and things like that. Are you sure you don't remember?"

"No...no I don't," Kilov said, still scratching his head. He had to remember-it seemed important!

Urby's Note:Yaaay! Second chappie done. Study the dream reallllly good, and ask someone who knows a foriegn language to translate what is on the cups-but what language is ye looking for? Oh ho! R/R and tell me what you think.