Cid? Ah...

I'm not sure yet, but I might be...

Well, I'm almost two weeks late at this point. It's been so busy that I didn't really notice until now, but...

Um, that's all.

[Feel free to decide on your own whether or not Shera would consider you a friend, resulting in your character seeing this message. She's pretty easy to get along with.]

[ C'mon, Angeal. Pick up. Shera thinks that Elfé is dying, or dead, or worse. She can't seem to get the sound of Elfé screaming out of her head. So pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up-- ]

Are you still in Midgar, dear?

( A cell phone call to Angeal. )

( An urgent voicemail to Zack. )

Zack, dear? I hope you're well. Cid had to drop off a few things in Wutai, and we picked someone up as well so it'll be another day or so before we dock in Midgar again.

Well, I have to go back to the bridge now but do take care and I'll see you soon.

[ The phone is ringing. Pick up, husband. ]

C-Cid? Cid! There's something-- I heard--

[ Shera's breathing is shaken and she sounds slightly pained as she talks. ]

D-did Cloud hear it too?

[ ...or, really, within a ten block radius. :| Look what you've done, Zacky. ]

CLOUD! Zack just left the ship armed with wooden spoons! Well?

Go after him!

Call me as soon as you find him, okay? The ship's log record him heading east!

WOODEN SPOONS?!

ZACK FAIR, YOU TURN YOURSELF AROUND RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND COME BACK HERE! WOODEN SPOONS DO NOT QUALIFY AS ARMING YOURSELF.

[This is what the text message says, and also what the voice mail sounds like.]

Cid? I know you're making rounds, but do you think you could come back to our room for a little while...?

There's something I wanted to discuss with you.