I DO NOT OWN FFVII.

Cloud stood over the barren wasteland just outside of Midgar. It was here that Zack died, and the Buster Sword stood haggardly out of the ground as a testament to that fact. He was alive. He was the last of the SOLDIER program. He was alone in the world because only he knew the truth about what happened. He sighed and his phone rattled off a tune. He almost didn't pick it up, but he reached for it and checked the caller ID. He didn't know the number, but it seemed so familar he had to pick it up just to see who it was.

"Spike! It's been a while, what have you been up to?"

Cloud was now convinced. He had lost his mind in all the chaos that engulfed him occasionally.

"Hi Zack. Excuse me, but I need to hang up. It's really important that I don't let this delusion keep going."

Zack Fair's laugh issued out from the tinny speaker. "Aw, but Spike! You have to be here! Remember, it's your birthday and Seph and I spent so long planning it!" There was static, then-

"Cloud, it would be rude to keep us waiting. All this birthday party needs is the birthday boy."

Cloud shut the phone lightning fast, but Sephiroth's laughter echoed in his head. He leaned up against his bike and tried to calm his nerves. A few hours of sleep would bring and end to the delusions. His phone rang again, and he chanced a look at the caller ID. It was Vincent.

"Hello?" Cloud's voice was brisk.

"Cloud, where are you?" It was mercifully Vincent's voice. "Did you call anyone recently?"

"No, not recently. I'm just outside Midgar, why?"

"Cid, Yuffie, Nanaki, Tifa, Barret, Cait Sith and I all got together in Tifa's bar. Just now, all of our cell phone's rung, and it was you calling," Vincent said quietly.

Cloud chuckled wearily. "It wasn't me. Just the dead."