Squall hopped out of his car and stood next to it, lighting a cigarette before making his way to the headstone of former headmaster Cid Kramer. "Thanks, old man, but what I'm about to do, I gotta do on my own." Squall sat for a moment. Suddenly, a single raindrop, on the sunniest of days, fell from the sky, pecking the headstone right next to Squall's hand. Squall put out his cigarette and stood up, peering into the sun one last time before heading back to the car.
