As Cloud drifted into a deep sleep, he began to dream. In his dream, he saw Sephiroth's evil grin and those weird pale eyes. He was saying something to Cloud but he didn't understand the words. His tone was mocking and it made Cloud angry. He tried to lash out at Sephiroth but could not lift his sword. His feet felt very heavy and he couldn't move fast enough to keep up with Sephiroth who was walking backwards away from him. He stumbled after his enemy into a large, dark room with a blinding white light that shone down on a naked, prone figure lying on a table. Transfixed, he approached the table. Who was this person? As he approached he realized the body was a female and that she was heavily pregnant. She was strapped down to the table so she could not move. Sephiroth appeared behind the woman, still talking in his unintelligible language. Cloud stood at the foot of the table, not able to make out the woman's face. Suddenly he heard Sephiroth's voice inside his head.
"Do you know her? You know her. You can have her back when I am done with her. I just want the child."
Then her heard Tifa's voice screaming his name, "Cloud!"
Cloud woke with a start to find Tifa in a deep sleep. He was confused at first. What had wakened him? He looked around but saw nothing but the darkened room. He could hear Tifa's steady breathing and feel the rise and fall of her chest against him. He was bothered by the remnants of his dream but as it faded from his memory he smiled and lay his head back on the pillow next to hers and pulled her closer. As he did, he noticed a faint red glow through the thin sheet covering them. It was coming from somewhere in front of Tifa.
Curious, he leaned up on one elbow and gently moved Tifa on to her back, careful not to wake her. There, on her stomach, was the light. It was soft, glowing, and slightly pulsating.
"What the hell?" he whispered to himself, a feeling of dread stealing over him.
He slowly pushed the sheet aside, exposing Tifa's sleeping body. As the cold night air hit Tifa's skin, she shifted and murmured something in her sleep. He looked quickly at her face and saw that she was dreaming. Her fists clenched and unclenched and her face was contorted with a pain he did not understand. He glanced back down her body to the light and realized that it was coming from inside her.