Zachary entered his father's room. To his surprise, Tifa was packing away Zack's clothes.

"Mum, what are you doing?" he asked. Tifa turned to him with a wide grin. She grabbed him into an embrace.

"Mum! Cut it out!" Zachary protested but in his heart he adored his mother. It wasn't often that she held him like this. He missed how playful she was. He missed who she was, the Tifa that showered him with unconditional love.

"You were right," Tifa said as she he slipped away. Zachary raised a brow.

"You were right," Tifa repeated, "About Zack's belongings. You were doing the right thing to throw them away. Well, okay not throw them away but I'm giving them to charity."

Zachary felt his heart drop. He sat on a chair to prevent himself from trembling. As much as he hated Zack for ruining his mother's happiness, he never wanted his father's memory out of his life. If Zack's possessions leave the house, it's like if pieces of him are walking out with them.

"Zachary, what's wrong?" Tifa's smile vanished. She knelt opposite her son with concern.

Zachary stared at his shoes. His blinked through misty vision and avoided looking at Tifa.

"Mum, will my father forgive us if we do this?" he swallowed.

Tifa placed a hand on his knee and shook her head.

"No Zachary, your father wouldn't do that. The dead don't like to interfere with the living. I know your father wants you to look into the future. Not the past," she whispered.

Zachary let out a sob. The anger, the sorrow, the pain that he had sheltered inside his heart was bursting through the organ.

"But does that mean...We'll just forget him?"

Tifa embraced him again, tighter than before. Tears spilled from her eyes.

"No Zachary and I'll show you why but listen to me first. Zack is alive through the little things he owns. Your father was the best man I've ever known and the best I'll ever know. Other people deserve to know why he's the best and we'll give them everything Zack owns so they'll know who he was and he'll stay alive through us all. Zack will never die in our hearts."

They stood there in the dawn, crying, hugging and praying.

Tifa was the first to wipe away the tears.

"Come with me. You said you wanted to know what you're father looked like for real. Then come."

Zachary was confused about her statement but followed his mother to the bar downstairs. He helped her carry the sacks that contained all of Zack's belongings. The only thing left in spare room now was the Buster Sword.

Zachary stopped at the bar beside a mirror. He gasped quietly at his own reflection.

"I'm..."

Tifa stood beside him.

"See? You are Zack and from now on, you'll be called Zack." She said with a smile and pecked a kiss on her son's temple.

A large, stout man was waiting at the door to for the sacks they had brought down.

"Oh and get ready quickly. I promised Reno that we'll meet him at the cinema," Tifa uttered

Zachary beamed at this. Things were looking brighter.

"Thank you," the large man stated as he took the sacks.

Zachary noticed someone else beside the charity-worker that he didn't see at first. He had spiky-black hair and wore SOLDIER attire. He winked at Zachary and followed the corpulent man outside.

"Dad?..." Zachary asked.

"What's that, dear?"

"Over there! Look, he's walking out!" Zachary exclaimed, pointing at the second man walking out of the bar. He turned to his mother

Tifa wore a cynical expression.

"Can't you see him?..." he whispered but when he looked back, the SOLDIER was consumed by the fog outside.

Zachary pushed his way out.

"Dad!"

He couldn't see anyone in the fog.

"Dad! Come back!" Zachary said, tears brimming in his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his sleeve. Tifa ran to his side. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Zack? What is it?"

"Mum, I saw him! He walked out! He left!"

"What?" Tifa let go and disappeared into the mist but Zachary knew she would never find the SOLDIER ever again no matter where she searched.

Zack had been with them all along and now he had left to find peace.

Zack Fair had walked out of the house with the rest of his possessions. No more will he be trapped within Nostalgia and Sadness.

He had found Salvation.

The End