By Your Leave
Squall returned from a one-year leave of absence (capped by a three-month honeymoon, which he privately felt was a little too short) to find Garden in offensive disrepair and unusually quiet. Only an overgrown lawn and rusty, unhinged gate greeted his arrival.
"Quistis? Irvine?" he tried, and was met with silence. Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "FREE HOT DOGS COME 'N GET 'EM!"
Zell materialized like a lightning bolt. "Squall! Long time no see!"
Putting hand to forehead, Squall sighed. His only consolation now would be preparing the royal ass-chewing everyone else would get when he finally found them.