Rinoa stood on the balcony of her summer home in Winhill. Unable to sleep, Rinoa had stepped outside for some fresh air, making sure not to wake her husband. It was a spectacular night. The Air was cool and crisp, fireflies were magically lighting up the fields, and the moon was flawless. It cast a pale blue light on the entire setting, making Winhill seem almost…entrancing.

Still feeling restless, Rinoa quietly crept down the balcony stairs and out into the fields. She ran her hand through the tall grass as she walked towards the sea. It was a bit of a walk, but she figured that she would need some time before she was tired again. This had been her fourth night in a row without much sleep. It didn't seem to be affecting her daily life, and nobody could tell.

The 3-mile trek passed quickly. Rinoa stood on the beach and looked out over the water, which was lit up by the moon's glow. The soft rushing sound of calm waves washing up on the beach gave her a serene feeling, and she sat on the sand with her eyes closed, absorbing it all as if it were becoming part of her. She laid back and rested her head on the sand, and let the whispering of the world lull her to sleep.

The Fog drifted in from nowhere. It rose from the water, a spirit of sorts, and took no particular shape. It stayed a fine mist, a fog. For the longest time, it appeared to be nothing more than regular fog, but it began to slowly take shape. Still, it was nothing specific, but it appeared to be human-like. Its smoky legs were barely moving it across the glassy surface of the near undisturbed water. The world had gone dead silent. There were no waves, no crickets, and no wind, just a silence that seemed to flood the earth.

Inch by inch, the apparition moved across the water, coming ever closer to the shore, and Rinoa. Ultimately, the misty creature looked typically weak, hardly more than gathered fog, but even in her sleep, Rinoa could feel something coming from it. Something dark and sinister.

Wake up Princess.

"Who are you?"

I am Sir Evan..

"What do you want?"

All in good time, darling.

Rinoa woke up with a start. She looked around expecting to see a man standing over her, but there was no one. The crickets were still chirping, and the waves were still gently lapping the shore, just as she had fallen asleep to. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around one more time, but there wasn't a soul to be found. She got up and began to walk away from the sea, back home, slightly faster. She turned around to take one final quizzical look at the ocean, and then headed for home.

When she got home, Squall was still asleep. He looked as serene and peaceful as always. It seemed a bad thought never entered his mind. Either that, or his years of being cold and unapproachable trained him to never show any given emotion. Rinoa, with as much silence as she had used to leave the bed, now climbed back in, trying very much not to wake up, and alarm, Squall. She rolled over and closed her eyes, but was once again, unable to fall asleep.