There was something off about Celes. She explained her daunting experience to me, but I felt as if there was something more to it. There were parallel bits to my own experiences, but otherwise I couldn't put my finger on it. (Parallel, as in we were both threatened, could pick up stuff from a distance... not so parallel, as in I was involved with an entire community, whereas she was involved with a family. You've also got the 'pick up stuff' bit, which I cannot be bothered to explain.) "Well... er, seeya then." Attempt to make friends: inconclusive. Didn't seem rejected, didn't seem accepted. I let the thought of that drift away as I followed her to our rooms, staying out in the hallway and clinging onto a wooden wall of planks.

I didn't have anyone to be with, after all... of course, that statement would've been true, had I not stalked that Turtwig. I grinned to myself, as I entered the room where my 'teammates' slept. After all, I never really officially joined, because I never said 'yes, I'll join' or 'no, I'll leave.' But, despite this (and my tendency not to give answers to such questions due to a sense of awkwardness), I felt as if I was home. I carefully lay down by the wall of the room, shutting my eyelids as if today was my last.

[i]Davis, you bloody friend...[/i] The only thing I could remember from my dream were those four words.