It had started out with what signified a regular day for Tifa. It was Sunday, so 7th Heaven had closed, and she was walking to the store for groceries. Since Barett had picked up Marlene yesterday, and Denzel had gone off with Cloud, the bar had been entirely too quiet and lonesome.

So when the museum came into her line of sight and Tifa saw people beginning to pour out of it in tangled crowds, half screaming and hysterical, she did what any ex member of Avalanche would do.

Tifa reached for the gloves that weren't there any more and took a deep breath before plunging forward. Diving into the hoard of people, Tifa fought her way forward towards the museums entrance, weaving through the scurrying bodies.

The crowd began to thin as she made it up the stairs and through the first doorway. By the time she had mounted the second set of short steps that marked the entranceway to the lobby, Tifa was the only one in sight.

Or so she had thought.

Tifa only had time to catch a blur of white clothes and blond hair as a man came hurtling across the room so quickly that she didn't get a glimpse of his face before he cried, "Get down!"

Not having time to react to the order, Tifa's eyes widened as the man lunged at her, wrapping strong arms around her waist and propelling them both backwards. As they flew down the top set of steps, Tifa heard two voices – one male, and one female – scream "Chief!"

She thought she saw two more figures lunging towards them.

And before they even had time to hit the ground, the deafening explosion rocked Tifa's ears, and the ferocious blast of heat sent their bodies flying even further backwards before everything turned mercifully black.