Logan felt strange and dream-like, like he was dreaming, or maybe just hallucinating, but probably dreaming. He spent what felt like seven minutes debating whether or not he was dreaming, hallucinating, or something else entirely. Before he could decide, a vision came to him. The vision had a voice, so it was more of a spectre or a phantasm... But since he hadn't decided if he was dreaming or not, it seemed like a vision.

"My lovely Logan..." the silky voice crept around him, like his mother's caring hands wrapped in a soft baby's blanket, "You do not understand what you are getting yourself into..."

Logan struggled to make out the figure before him. Though it was a mere thirteen inches away, all he could see was a blur where the face should be. It began to snow around him.

"A metaphor..." he thought, still trying to make a form from the blur that was the phantasmal vision-dream's face.

"You must not proceed..." the sexy matronly masculine voice said unto him, "You must give up now... I need you to do this for me..."

"But... I'm supposed to save this world..." Logan squeaked, "Even without an umbrella... And..." Logan felt the urge to pull out the gadget he had found. He did so. His urge satisfied, Logan realized what was happening... He thrust the gizmo into the face of the dreamy spectre. The beautiful blur hissed as it took form. The angelic man from before who had stood before him before trying to kill him now stood before him before trying to kill him! "NO!" Logan yelped.

The man's movements were like a choreographed dance of tantilizing pleasure, that Logan was caught, dumb-founded, momentarily. He was seized by pleasure... The man's flowing white hair and refined muscles shifted placement so delicately, Logan nearly wanted the man to kill him, if it meant he could see him in action.

Logan's passion was cut short when he realised the long sword that the man held was coming towards him. He fell to the ground and rolled out of the way, clumzily. This man meant to kill him, and Logan knew he had to get away. But... How could he run from a dream?

A sudden splash was heard. Logan's face felt cold... He sensed people around him, though did not see them completely. He looked back to the man, who stared at him with his glistening eyes. He spoke... "Logan... My heart... You cannot play with it so..." He rushed towards Logan, arms open wide. Then...

Logan awoke to breasts, "Juice Lulu!!!" He yelped.

"What is it, my juicy darling?" Juice Lulu splashed.

"The man... The man who tried to kill me before. He was in my dream."

Shocked expressions spread 'round to the others like irritable bowels to people who just shared the same tainted meat. ... Others? Logan looked around. He was not alone with Yuna and Juice Lulu. He was in a shiny conference room where others at in chairs around him... ... Around him!? Logan finally realized that he was sprawled out on a table. He lept up and got off the table.

"W-w-w-where am I!?" He finally managed to get out.

"We're in a safe place..." Yuna said, "At least I though we were..."

"If the new Sin was able to get into your dreams while you were here, he must know where we are..." These words were uttered by a weird looking man with a limp hand, smoked glasses, and a strange girl attatched to his legs. Further observation revealed that she was not attatched, but was actually biting something off of him. Or so it appeared.

The girl spoke, "We may only have a short time to escape... But where will we go?" The girl returned to her labor.

"I dunno!" Came a loud, irritating, scary voice from a short, stout woman, clasping a viola, " What do you think Pawnman?! PAWNMAN!? WHAT DO YOU THINK!? WE NEED AN IDEA PAWNMAN! PAWNMAN!"

Next to her, a man, who, indeed, was shaped like a pawn, gave a beleaguered sigh, but did not answer. This disobedience resulted in a shrill twenty minute rant from the strange woman next to her.

"Ah, allow me to introduce the others..." splashed Juice Lulu, "Those who have power to fight the new Sin have risen to our aid. She is Stacie. He is Pawnman. Together they make Stacie and Pawnman." Juice Lulu splashed to indicate the weird man and his attatchment, "They are Auron and Rikku. Rikku's servicing Auron. Auron requires servicing. It is not uncommon to see what you are seeing."

"I see." Logan nodded, understandingly. He then twitched and glanced around, panicked. "Where's Tamja!?"

"We haven't heard from her yet..." Yuna said, "But never fear. I hear the last patch was good for her. She should be fine."

"I... I... I hope you're right." Logan started to feel dejected again.

"How will we make him feel better if we cannot put him to sleep with my juice?" Juice Lulu splashed.

"We don't have time!" Auron insisted, "We must move now!"

Yuna sighed, "You are right, Auron. Everyone! Let's go!"