The beginning of the end. Major rewrites for this one and I'm still not sure I cracked it...

Disclaimer: I don't really own anything.


Lost: unable to find, failed to keep in sight; have strayed or become separated.

Seeing the brunette in the market place had made her drop her sea salt ice-cream.

"Tifa!" She'd run towards the other, only… not Tifa.

Not Tifa, since Tifa had never had caramel streaks in her dark hair, Tifa's eyes were burgundy not brown and Tifa's bust was twice the size of this woman's.

"I'm looking for someone." The woman had said.

Slowly… a memory had slid into place. "I know just the person. Follow me."

He was where she'd expected him to be, the meadow. "Wait a sec and I'll get Leon's attention."

"I'm not looking for a Leon…" She'd ignored the other woman's protest.

"Hey, Leon." He'd turned around.

"I'm busy Yuffie."

She'd been gently pushed aside by the woman. "… Squall…?"

Leon had just stared. "… Rinoa…?"

She'd turned away, leaving them to reunite without an audience.

'I guess there is such a thing as a happy ending.'