Silver streams fell from the darkening sky. The tears the sky cried fell to the earth, purifying the sins that were soaked into its sands. The people hid from it; they hated the wetness of such a sacred event. They stared out at it through the windows longingly, or they completely ignored it in their daily tasks.

One girl was walking right through it. She held a coat tight over her head and had a small messenger bag strapped over her shoulder. She did not need much else and she walked proudly and briskly in the rain.

She left a note in her apartment, with all the words she could not say aloud. The final words "never coming home" written upon it. In fact, she was so quick in leaving that she was still wearing the clothes from last night. A white long sleeve button down, now semi soaked since the rain was dripping through the unbutton jacket, black slacks, and dirty boots. All that kept going through her mind was that she had to get out without being seen. She knew the first place her coworkers would look. She cancelled all her credit cards, got rid of her ids, her laptop, and her cell phone. All could be traced back to her.

To start fresh, she had to have no identity in the first place. Disappearing was harder than it appeared. Being a Turk, she knew the first places her coworkers would look. Her apartment. She had given it as a shelter to local homeless. That way most of her stuff became dispersed in back allies.

She knew they would be looking for her soon. She knew too much, and ShinRa would want her back at all costs. They invested so much in her and her education. They brain washed her.

She shook her head. She mustn't think about this. She was doing this to get away from it all. In truth she had no idea where she was going at all. That would make it harder for her to find.

She found shelter from the rain in a parking garage a good several blocks from her apartment. She found a beat up car with dark tinted windows. From her messenger bag, she pulled out a new license plate and placed it over top the old one. It wouldn't throw them off for long, but it should be good until she was long gone. She picked the lock to open the car door and ripped off the plastic behind the steering wheel. She began to hotwire the ignition to get it started. That's why she loved old cars. You can still do the old book things.

Something was wrong. Reno was never in this early. Tseng checked his watch to make sure he wasn't late. Nope, Reno was in on time. He looked up at Reno and had his face hardened. "Good Morning Reno…" Tseng walked up to his own hardwood desk and laid out paperwork.

"Have you heard from Cissnei, recently?" Reno pulled back a chair in front of Tseng's desk and sat down.

Tseng raised an eyebrow. "Yes, she just called two hours ago for permission to have two weeks' vacation. I saw no reason to not give it to her. She has been working hard." Tseng sensed something very odd about this. Reno's face was not lightening.

Reno's chest felt heavy. Should he go along with what Cissnei said or does he tell Tseng. He swallowed the knot in his throat and pulled out her ShinRa ID card and weapons that had been licensed out to her. "If that's a vacation, she would not be relinquishing these." He placed them flat on Tseng's desk. There were a few moments of silence. Tseng was trying to take it in.

"Why did she leave?" His voice was soft and velvety. He already knew the answer, but being who he was, he wanted confirmation.

Reno looked away and threw his arms up. "Not quite sure. I think it has to do with the mission with saving Zack. She has been different since that date." Reno noticed and Tseng's eyes flickered with rage or torment, if both were not the same.

Tseng should have done something about this a month ago. He too felt a deep regret about that mission, being unable to deliver the letters from Aerith and not being able to tell her what happened to him. He smoothed his hair out with his hand. She must have felt the same way, but it just tumbled and got worse.

Tseng reached into his coat collar and pulled out his cell phone. He only hesitated a second, before pressing in Cissnei's number. He pressed it to his ear, his eyes burrowing into Reno. The phone rang, but the voice that answered her phone was not her's. He cancelled the call without responding. He put the phone on his desk and leaned forward slightly.

"Find her. Talk to her. Try to bring her back. If it fails…I am afraid we will have to follow policy." Tseng never had to go against another Turk before. Starting with a coworker so close to them…someone they worked with and drank with?

"Is that an order, boss?" Reno quirked a brow. He did not have to take drastic measures…yet. He was relieved, though he made sure not to show it. His hands came to the arm rests and he pushed himself up heavily. "Yes, and get the others in on this. She won't be easy to find. " She was raised as a child in ShinRa. She was the youngest Turk to ever join.

"I am on it."