Cloud's lids flutter open. He can't as of yet see where he is since he just woke up. Images are blurry, but he feels well rested. Eventually his vision clears up and now he sees that he is in cave. But it's walls and ceiling are formed like the inside of a house. It's also furnished with a nightstand beside him, a dresser alongside the wall etc. All of which had candles on top of them lighting up the room, the wax melting, dripping over the sides. The mildew stench in the room made his nose itchy.
But what really caught Cloud's attention where the massive amounts of books stacked up that almost covered the wall. From a distance, he could see that most were of medical and scientific origin. And others mechanical, automobile construction, and military hardware, amongst other miscellaneous subjects. As Cloud is studying the room, a now familiar man walks into the room with this suit jacket off revealing a black dress shirt with the red tie loosened. He is stirring something in a cup.
"I see that you've awoken." Cloud is startled by his presence, then he attempts to get out of bed but sees that he is bounded to it by chains wrapped around his body.
"I apologize for that. I perceived that you'd have 'done away' with me before I had a chance to explain myself. But I retrieved your motorcycle and other assortments."
Cloud looks at the man in an unflattering gaze.
"I also apologize for not assisting on the ship."
"Assistance? I was under the impression that you had something to do with it."
"Not at all. When our staring contest ended by your slumber, I retreated to the inside of the ship to pass the time. My stroll was interrupted by sudden turbulent motion and gunfire."
"Gunfire?"
"Yes, I heard it clearly from where I was. It blew a hole right in the hallway where I walking. I flew right out onto the earth. My guess is that enemies of our comrade got word of ones coming to the rescue of the women and thus disrupting there plans of cleaning Coral economy."
Astounded by this man's knowledge of his mission, Cloud inquired, "W-Wait a minute, how do you know about what's going on, who are you?"
The Man, ignoring Cloud's inquiry, stirs the cups further and directs the spoon filled with red broth to his mouth. "Here, this is a elixir I cooked up. It will help you with your internal pains." Cloud is hesitant at first but for some reason trusts the man. He opens his mouth and swallows the elixir. It was surprisingly delicious, savory with a seasonings of herbs and spices. The Man the pulls out keys from his pocket and unfastens the chains restricting Cloud's body.
Once they were off, Cloud readjusted his body from the uncomfortable position it once was in. "There some towels in drawers, You can dip the towel in the elixir and dab it onto your wounds. It works as a ointment too." Cloud still is in wonder of this man's kindness. He looks into his eyes for some sort of answer to this puzzle. He peers into them discovering for himself his red pupils. Then it occurred him, there was only man he had met in his life that had crimson eyes, along with gothic dress and an innocent yet odd disposition. It was Vincent!