Kalm sparkled in the moonlight as a cloak figure made its way through the street. Only supported by her staff the figure staggered towards the bar not knowing why or where it seemed to be. It stared up through its hood and could clearly make out the brightly lit sign amongst the moonlight. 7th Heaven. The figure winced as if remembering the name but could not stand the thought and smack its head against its staff. The memories faded and it continued inside.

The bar was almost empty. Only a few old man and life wasters sat there. It was too late of an hour for anyone of status to be there but the figure had its gaze engrossed on the long dark haired woman standing at bar. The woman’s familiar smile and wave made her wince again.

"You're a late arrival tonight, new to these parts?"

The figure ignored the kind gesture and slumped its way to a table, clutching its staff close.

The dark haired girl smiled and shook her head and walked over to her. "Tifa at your service, can I get you something to drink?" She tried to keep her smile on, though with the rudeness the person had shown her before made her a bit reluctant.

The figure shifted around to stare at her its face covered in the shadow of the hood. The figure raised it staff and slowly drew into the ground a "M'. After a few moment it drew an 'I". Tifa nodded in acknowledgement to watch the signs meant and looked to the bar. "Cait...Cait Sith where are you?" A Mickey Mouse type cat appeared on top of the counter and nodded squinting its eye even tighter then they already were. "Yes ma'am?"

"Can you get this gentlemen a glass of milk?"

"Coming right up!" Cait tilted his crown and nodded and jumped behind the counter.

Tifa returned her gaze to the figure and eyed it over. The brown cloak covered most of its slender body but Tifa could see what looked like a pink dress through a slit of the robe. She looked up to the face and saw two long clumps of hair falling out of the hood. Tifa blinked. When she saw the characteristics it reminded her of an old friend, she tilted her head to see if she could see under the hood but was stopped by a violent grab of her right wrist. The figure seemed to hiss and then muttered in a female voice, "Leave me be...for the sake of the planet...leave me be..."

Tifa backed up slowly and bowed her head. "I...I meant no disrespect…”

The figure let go and scrapped the staff to her lap. She let out a slight cough and held her mouth as if trying to trap something inside of her.

Tifa turned around. She was no stranger to the oddities of her customers but this one took the cake. It felt to her as if evil itself had stepped into her bar, almost as if HE had returned. She looked back and pushed a clump of silky black hair around her ear. Who ever she was Tifa decided she would leave her alone.

Tifa felt a tug at her apron and looked down to see Cait holding up the glass of milk the stranger had ordered earlier. She hesitated for a moment and knelt down to him. “Cait do you mind taking it to her, I don’t think she likes me.” She scratched him behind the ear as he nodded and she left for the bar.

Cait recovered from the pleasure filled scratch and continued his march towards the figure. “Excuse me ma’am…your….”
The sound of glass shattering made Tifa look up. She watched Cait stare in amazement as if he had seen a ghost. He took a few steps back and opened his mouth. “You’re…”

Before he could finish his phrase the figures staff swipe fiercely into him sending him cascading into the wall. Tifa watched as Cait body shattered into a mechanical mess of wires and metal. She jumped the counter and ran to him. She picked up his head and watched its mouth move up and down with the noise, “Ae…” repeating itself.

Tifa stared up at the figure. “Why did you do that!”

The figure did not reply, she just raised her staff and took a swing towards Tifa. Tifa dodge the swipe and rolled to recover. She raised her fist infront of her and blew out her breath. She felt the force of the strike without it even touching her. This stranger was powerful and she couldn’t take another chance being caught off guard.

The figure lunged forward, staff forward and Tifa recoiled the blow to her side. She flung her left leg into a roundhouse but felt a sudden force stop it. The figure took the opportunity to grab Tifa’s lower leg and toss her across the room into a stack of chairs. Tifa lurched forward and stared up to the figure and realized the hood had fallen off the woman’s head. Before she could take a clear look the woman stormed off as best she could with the limp in her left leg. Tifa was only fixated on one thing however. The long brown hair done up with a pink ribbon.

“It couldn’t have been…it can’t be…” was all she could say before fall into unconsciousness.