[Tifa is taking a moment to mourn the third collapse of her sandcastle, and is idly wondering if maybe she shouldn't choose a new location, when a familiar voice hits her ears. It's unmistakable. She's raising to her feet and turning around in one swift movement until she's standing in front of him, a smile spreading across her face.

And then it falters. For just a moment.

A moment when she remembers the blood, her fear, the mako beneath her, surrounding her, drowning her. But she's shoving it all back almost as soon as it starts, her smile returning as if it had never left.]

You might be right about that. After all, I was really hoping to have the full works. Mote and draw-bridge and all. You know any good sand castle architects around?