Kilika was not quiet. Just half an hour earlier the only sounds that punctuated the heavy silence was the steady flow of rain as it hit the wooden decks and the cloth awnings that covered the front of the shops, the soothing sound of the waves as they met with the land and the trees blowing in the wind in the jungle beyond.

Now Yuna's ears were pierced with the sounds of women and children crying and men calling out for their loved ones. She could hear white magic spells from every direction. Suddenly, Yuna heard a new sound.

"There's another one!" an elderly man yelled. Yuna looked straight ahead of her saw an old man hunched over and clutching a walking stick. Another serpent crept out of the sea and lunged for him.

"Take that!" yelled Wakka as he whacked his blitzball at the fiend. It let out a penetrating hissing sound and erupted into Pyreflies. "Ah, my chest…" he groaned.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the old man wheezed. He was around eighty-years-old and was afflicted with a crooked back that bent him double. "I was going to use my stick on it."

"It's a good job we were here," said Lulu. Yuna thought she heard a little contempt in her voice. "It was very careless of you to go out here at your age, armed with nothing but a walking aid. That fiend would have killed you."

"I-I'm sorry milady," the old man uttered, touching his long silvery beard with a trembling hand. "I was foolish."

"Go back to your family," Lulu said. "They need you more than ever."

"Don't you think you were a little harsh on him?" asked Yuna as they hurried back to her house.

"Not at all," replied Lulu, completely sure of herself. "Too many people have died, Yuna. Too many people think they can act like heroes. They end up getting themselves killed!" She turned to Wakka. "Just like Chappu."

Wakka stopped walking and stared at her.

"Why'd you have to bring this up again, Lulu?" asked Wakka agitatedly. "You just can't let sleeping dogs lie, can you?"

"Guys, can we please just stop this?" Yuna interjected. "I want to see if Tidus is…"

She looked at the floor, unable to complete the sentence.

"I'm sorry, Yuna," Lulu said. "Come. Let's go."

The house was dark and quiet. The steady rain was the only sound that could be heard. Yuna thought she could hear a voice in the background and called out to it.

"Tidus! Is that you?"

There was no answer. She heard another sound and realised that it was just the rain hitting objects and making a tired, weary and hopeful brain trick itself into believing in things that aren't there. She sighed and turned on the light. The lounge was seemingly untouched. She walked through the hallway, into the kitchen and pushed open the screen door.

"Tidus?"

She could barely see.

"Here, let me help you," said Lulu, standing behind her.

She held her hands up and created little balls of fire in her palms.

"To help you see."

Yuna gasped and took a few clumsy steps forwards.

"He's gone!" she gasped.

She was sure that his body would be there when she got back. The serpents wouldn't have had the strength to drag his body to the water's edge. So where was he? Was there a chance that he could still be alive?

"I have to look for him!" Yuna exclaimed.

She just didn't know where to start looking…