Cloud stood awkwardly in the doorway of the bar that was once his home for years, with his goggles dangling from one fist as he watched the lone occupant of the bar sweep up what appeared to be old, scattered confetti from the old scarred floor of the bar and noticed the place seemed to have been decorated as if for a wedding.

The lone sweeper finally registered that she wasn't alone and she turned a kindly face to the young man poised in the doorway. "Welcome to Seventh Heaven, young man. I don't officially open until tomorrow due having to wait until the rental company comes to disassemble all of this" she said indicating to the podium, wedding arch and various other wedding props. "But I am always glad of patronage and if you don't mind the setting, would be happy to pour you a drink" she said, placing her broom aside and walking towards him. She seemed to be of middle years but with a pretty, youthful face and trim body that were deceptive of her years. She had kindly light hazel eyes, a heart shaped face and long, light brown hair.

"Who are you?" Cloud asked her.

"My name is Greta, I'm the new owner of this bar. I'm thinking about changing the name, I'm not quite sold on it yet" she said. "Now what is your poison?" she asked him, stepping behind the bar as he had seen Tifa do so many time.

"I'm Cloud. I'll have a pint of beer with a slice of lime. I'm...friends with the previous owner" he with a slight hesitation in his voice at how to describe his relationship with Tifa. "Might I ask where she is?"

"On her honeymoon with her new husband, I imagine. They really threw quite the shindig last night, they had the wedding here for some reason and then had the reception at the fancy pants residence of President Shinra. There was the creme de la creme of society in attendance for sure, with lots of security and all of the TURKS seemed to be here" she said.

"Sorry, who is Tifa's husband?" Cloud asked her in a calm voice while his heart plunged in his chest.

"I'm so bad with names, even when I bartended the whole thing as a gift to them. He's the fella who used to lurk around looking like a cartoon vampire, you know the guy in the red cape with red eyes? The one with the gold scary looking metal hand" she said, making claws of her own fingers for emphasis.

"Vincent Valentine?" Cloud asked Greta through dry lips.

"Yes, that's the one. He's right handsome without his mouth guard, he sure cleaned up good for his wedding. He groomed his hair and wore a nice tuxedo black with red accents" she said.

"And the bride, what did she wear?" Cloud asked her, remembering how Tifa had always wanted a big white wedding.

"A tasteful white gown edged with black, a mantilla veil and carried a bouquet of red roses. It was rather demure compared to her normal style. I heard the rumours people used to spread about Tifa being a light skirt and all, but I never believed them. My family are publicans to the core and when you're young, you have to flash a little flesh and flirt a little to get regs in the bar business. In my opinion, she lived like a nun until Vincent. I even heard there was a guy she was pining for" Gerta told him and he took a swallow of his beer and mulled over what she said.

"Might I ask how long they were an item?" he asked her.

She shrugged, "no one really knows. One day they were acting like a couple and going around acting all clingy and making goo goo eyes at each other, you could have knocked me over with a feather, but I figured it was their business. This went on for a couple of months before he took her off the market and she was wearing this huge diamond ring, and then all this happened a month later. People were speculating that there is already a bun cooking due to the timing, but neither looked unhappy about that last night if it's true; they couldn't stop smiling. They both practically glowing they were so ecstatic. Newlyweds" Greta said with a fond smile and a shake of her head.

"Vincent was smiling?" Cloud asked her.

"Like the Cheshire cat. Everyone was giddy, well the Wutaian bridesmaid seemed a little subdued and the Wutaian groomsman with the ponytail kept on consoling her, certainly the black guy with the gun arm what gave Tifa away was having fun telling stories about them both. Nice guy. It was the sort of wedding where all the love and support for the couple was palpable. What a beautiful couple" Greta said looking nostalgic. "Wait why weren't you at the wedding, seeing how you clearly know them both?" she questioned Cloud.

"I lost touch with them because I was searching for where I belonged. I guess they must have moved on without me" Cloud vaguely explained to her.

"Did you ever figure that out?" Greta asked him.

"Yes but it looks like I shall have to start again from fresh, that place is no longer an option" he said finishing his drink and placing money on the bar.

"That drink was on them" Greta said. "I was planning to add it to their bar bill seeing how you are a friend of theirs and all. I'm sure Tifa wouldn't mind" she kindly explained.

This gave Cloud pause, "no I prefer that I pay for this drink myself seeing how I am no longer a part of their lives, keep the change" he said.

"Tifa promised to come see me after she got home and settled into her husband's mansion. Shall I tell her you came to see her?" she asked him.

"I would prefer you didn't. Out of curiosity, why did she decide to sell this place?" he asked her.

"She found her own piece of heaven I imagine. Besides, if a couple owns a bar together, they both have to be outgoing people. I'm sure between her having a reclusive, wealthy husband and possibly having a baby on the way, she felt she no longer needed the place" Greta guessed, polishing the bar in a way so reminiscent of Tifa.

"There's a boy named Denzel. Do you know what happened to him?" Cloud asked her.

"The other young groomsman? He's staying with the black man, I think his name was Barnett or something like that, I told you I'm terrible with names and his daughter until Tifa and Vincent return from their Honeymoon and then he told me he's going to live with them. He's so charming and polite" Greta said.

Cloud looked around the place, remembering Tifa excitingly pulling him around the dilapidated looking place and proclaiming she owned it and they were going to live there like a family. He thought back on them staying up late and laughing while he did renovations to the place to ready it for opening and many happy nights spent here with their friends. It seemed like the end of an era to Cloud.

Tifa saying she would wait for him when he left on his quest, trying to figure out where he belonged and he had made his decision and came back for her and the girl who loved him was gone. She was now a happy woman married to a worthy man and possibly going to be a mother soon. She had moved on and found her place in the world just as Cloud would have to. He realized the old adage was true; you never know what you have until it's gone.

"Thank you for telling me everything, Greta. You have a great investment here; I wouldn't change the name if I were you. It means: the final state of eternal bliss where God and the angels dwell. People will always be searching for that" he advised her.

"Did you ever find it?" she shrewdly asked him.

"I did, but I let it go" he said putting his goggles back on and walking to his motorcycle and she walked out with him.

"So now what?" she asked him.

"I have to find it again with new person" he said.

"So you were the one that kept her waiting?" Greta finally said, having figured that out long before now.

"I was stupid" Cloud agreed.

"You don't leave a woman of quality behind and expect other men not to notice her virtues. I'm sure she waited a long time for you, but eventually a woman has to move on" she semi scolded him.

"You're right, when I find the woman for me, I shall cling to her like glue. Until then, I have to make my own way in the world and find out where I belong" he said straddling the bike.

"Goodbye Cloud, I will always keep a room here for you if you ever need a place to stay" Greta promised him.

"Don't bother, this place is no longer my home" he said and roared away, forever the lone wolf.