Weeks passed. The Highwind's construction was going at a brisk pace, and Cid came home every single day from the airport smelling of motor oil and cigarettes, yelling at the top of his lungs how "goddamned thrilled" he was about how things were going. Vincent had virtually disappeared from the Shinra mansion, and he was rarely seen by the rest of AVALANCHE. Domino tried to stay in contact, sending messages at random that he was 'ecstatic' that they were staying in Junon. Whenever Rufus intercepted one of these letters, he would glance at it only a moment, then find a fireplace to burn it in. Things were dragging, boredom and routine settling into their lives like clouds of thick, heavy dust.

Neither Tifa nor Rufus spoke of their angry words in the grand ballroom that day, nor did they hint to anyone that anything at all had happened. Tifa had tried to ignore Rufus, but the boy had the habit of wandering through his mansion when he got bored, and would invariably find her, curled up by a window, staring outside at the sun, or maybe playing a card game with Yuffie or Reeve. Whenever they saw each other, they would exchange the usual pleasantries, and then revert to stony, awkward silence. This made Tifa increasingly uncomfortable to be around Rufus, which was something he seemed to enjoy. The smirk on his face would say it all: he loved to watch her squirm.

Eventually, she consoled herself with the fact that she had unearthed some of the most painful memories from his childhood, and now she knew things about him that no one else did. He was probably just as uncomfortable as she, but a lot more adept at hiding it. Soon, the smug grins were fading from his face, and he reverted to his customary bored aloofness.

One day, more than two weeks since their arrival in Junon, she was sitting by one of the large windows in Rufus's private library, absorbed in a book she had picked off of the shelves, when she sensed someone standing behind her.. Snapping the book shut, she swiveled her neck around and noticed Rufus standing there, one hand full of small materia orbs, and the other stuffed into the pocket of his overcoat. His eyes seemed angrier than usual, stormy and dark, though his face was impassive.

She got to her feet slowly, perplexed. "Yes?"

"Miss Lockheart, I came here for a favor."

She paused a little before answering. "What can I do for you, Rufus?"

"Teach me how to use materia."

She cocked her head to one side and studied his face curiously. He gazed stonily back, raising an eyebrow as though asking, 'what did you expect?' "Why do you need to know materia?"

"Let's just say," he smirked, somewhat wryly, "*something* tells me I'm going to need it."

She shot him a dubious look, but didn't question any more. She outstretched her arm and picked one of the materia orbs from his hand. Staring deep into it, she could see the green fire energy burning deep within. Ultima magic? "Woah, woah, where did you get this?"

He shrugged, looking away. "It was Dark Nation's. I kept it stored in this mansion, in case it ever came in handy."

"Don't tell Yuffie," she winked, clasping the orb in her hand. "We'll start out with something easy, like a fire spell. This is Ultima - you *really* don't want to start out with this one. C'mon, we'll do this outside."

He gave her another shrug, then turned on one heel and led her out of the library, down a long hallway and towards the back yard of the house. He opened the large glass door for her and held it for her: manners and breeding which he probably didn't even realize he had, it was so natural for him. She looked around, at the wide expanse of lawn, and at the ocean winking far down at the horizon, feeling the salt breeze on her face. She found herself wondering, not for the first time, if Rufus knew what a treasure he had possessed in his elegantly idle hands.

"So, Rufus, by the way. Why exactly is it *me* who'se teaching you how to use Materia? I mean, Yuffie's much better at it than I am, and so is Cloud. And even Red XIII. Why-?"

"Oh, *right*," Rufus snapped sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to ask an annoying little brat to teach me. Or a dog. Or, hell, I could even enjoy a little male bonding with *Cloud*. Wouldn't *that* be fun."

"Ok, ok, I understand," Tifa laughed, holding out her hands for the materia. "It's a deal. Where do you want to start?"

He shot her a pointed look. "How do I use it."

"Alright. We can do that." She sifted through the materia, and picked one out which was glowing red deep within its center - fire materia. She moved forwards and pulled off her own materia bracelet, which had been left empty since she had arrived in Junon. Fitting the Fire in one of the clasps, she slid it around Rufus's wrist, while he stood unmoving, watching her with a somewhat suspicious gaze.

"Don't give me that look," she sniffed, grinning. "Look: this is a Wizard Bracelet. Be really really careful with this, because the magic gets to be very strong if you don't know what you're doing."

"I'm a big boy; I think I can handle it," he sneered, somewhat dully. He looked down at the bangle on his arm, fingering the smooth orb slowly and frowning at the magic he could harness with this small chunk of stone. *This* was what he had to spend his life traveling the world over for?

"Now, we need a target," Tifa remarked casually, looking around her studiously. "Hmmm... Maybe-"

"Perhaps we should call out Cloud to volunteer," Rufus murmured, only half-intending for Tifa to hear him. "Hmm?" He shot her a hard smirk, his blue eyes blazing.

She blinked dispassionately at him, shaking her head. "Why do you have to be like that?"

He squinted, frowning, then didn't even deign to answer her question. "You say we need a target?"

"Yeah... I think a tree or a peice of wood or something would probably start a wildfire around here. And you wouldn't want to burn down your mansion, now would you?"

He turned his head and let out his breath, staring out over the ocean, licking his lips and tasting the salt from the breeze. He didn't answer that question, either. "Why don't we use a peice of furniture or something? I won't miss it."

She was a bit nonplussed by his offer. "But... But... It's all so *valuable*! It just wouldn't be right, to-"

"Well, *you're* the one who insinuates that I don't care," Rufus muttered, cocking one eyebrow down at the ground. She didn't reply, just froze, unsure of how to answer, unsure about the nature of the tone in his voice. Tifa just looked at him, dumbstruck, until he lifted his head and turned to regard her, the same smug grin on his face, which meant he was enjoying her awkwardness. "I think I can afford to lose a piece of furniture or two, Miss Lockheart. Mayor Domino's going to take it all after we leave, anyway."

She nodded silently, then turned and moved off towards the house to find a target. She left him standing, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring out over the ocean again, sighing as the salt stung his cheeks.

Jenova had found her first victim.

He had smelled repulsive, had smiled with her with his crooked, yellow teeth, had been stained with tobacco and beer and grease. But he had owned a small motorboat, and that was enough to get her across the great waters that stretched before her. He had been surprised when she asked him, even more surprised when she made him an offer of reward if he would take her. Her appearance pleased him, yet he barely believed that someone like her would be willing to pay such a price, merely to cross an ocean. But, he must have reasoned greedily, appearances can be deceiving.

Yes, yes. Jenova's power came from this; from seeming one thing and being another. As soon as they had arrived at their destination, she smiled at his mention of her promises, and reached out to gently stroke his beard-studded chin.

Then she slit his throat.

He didn't have any gil on him, nor did he have anything of value. Only a small ration of food, but barely enough to get through the night. She felt no remorse, because he was only the first to die on her quest for revenge. Soon, all of heaven and earth would be under Jenova's rule, and she would finally have prevailed. She couldn't even remember the man's name.

Jenova washed the dead man's blood from her hands and kept moving, kept walking, kept on.

Have you forgotten me?

I see. You don't care. I didn't expect you to, really.
I would forget you, too, if I was in your place.

Who are you? ... What do you mean?

I mean what I say. I would forget, you, too.
But my fate was handled differently than yours, wasn't it. You were the chosen one, Rufus. There's nothing I can do.

.... Why am I hearing your voice? ... You?

So you remember?

Ah, no. It doesn't matter.
Just forget, Rufus. You wouldn't want to think of me, anyway. Just forget.

I wish it weren't like this.
What do you mean? Who are you?
Why can I still hear your voices?

Rufus...
Don't worry about it.
I know you. You never cared. Don't worry.
Just forget.

Tifa gave Rufus a strange look, perplexed and somewhat startled by the stony, hard expression that was slowly rising to the boy's face. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't even see her, it seemed, and he gave to response when she said his name.

I promise, I cared. Just like you cared.
I would have... If only...

I didn't like how you could see right through me. How I could see right through you. You're the only person I never enjoyed having the upper hand on. Because I knew you would always win, no matter what cards I played.

.... Or... did I?

It's too late.

Consciousness of his surroundings came back to him in a jolt, though his eyes were snapped shut and all he could see was blackness.

"Rufus?"

He was silent.

"Rufus? Rufus... open your eyes... C'mon, you're scaring me."

He peeked open an eyelid, not sure of what he was expecting. Tifa was standing before him, a frightened, timid look on her face, one hand on his shoulder in a nervous, sympathetic gesture that he couldn't quite understand. He considered shrugging her off, backing away, but couldn't bring himself to it. For an instant, everything that had happened went blank, as though all his memory of all time had been cleanly erased, but then it all faded back into view, like vision restored after seeing a very bright light.

But there was still a hole in there somewhere, still something that wasn't quite right about the situation. Something missing.

Tifa's voice again. "Rufus? Rufus, stop. Say something. Are you alright?"

His mouth felt very dusty, very dry. "I'm fine."

"What happened? You, like, spaced out for a second, there. I thought you were going to have a seizure or something. You just... went completely *blank*."

He put a hand to his head, struggling visibly against something deep inside of him. "I... I don't remember. Anything. I was just... ... ... I don't know, Tifa."

She said it softer, her voice low. "Are you alright?"

He looked up at her, their eyes meeting for a moment, before he glanced away, scrambling. "Of course I am, Miss Lockheart. I'm perfectly fine."

She said nothing, just stood, watching him, unsure of what to do. He stared at the ground letting her wait. And wait. And wait.

Yuffie gaped, staring up at the Highwind that had kept her bottled up within its mechanical ribs only a matter of weeks ago, and still felt an instinctive nauseated sensation creep up within her. It was a beautiful machine, true, but it was... It was so *big*, and it flew so damned *high*! She could still remember the stomach-churning realization that she was miles above solid ground, still feel the metal floors rocking beneath her feet. She knew that she had not been born for a life of traveling by any means besides her own two Planet-given legs. Maybe even the occasional car or buggy. How she had ever ended up riding in the Airship was a phenomenon she never would have dreamed of... Nor was it anything she was particularly anxious to repeat.

And, yet, after weeks and weeks of being cooped up in Rufus Shinra's mansion, she had conceded to finally taking her turn at "supervising" part of the Highwind's construction. It was Cid's idea of making sure the mechanics were doing their jobs correctly: having other members of AVALANCHE patrolling the area and checking up on the progress. Unfortunately, Yuffie had found several flaws in this system. First, she was only sixteen, so any authority Cid would have hoped to give her was hopelessly lost on this motley crew of 30 to 50 year-olds. Second, she knew nothing - repeat, *nothing*- about mechanics or Airships. All she could do was stand around, trying not to look bored when the Captain came strolling past, and hoping everyone else knew what they were doing.

But at least she wasn't staying in that creepy mansion anymore. She was shuddering just thinking about it. Euch.

At first, she had thought that the Junon experience would be a good one. Rufus Shinra was simply *loaded*. Rumor had it that he owned at least three of every materia orb ever created, but didn't know how to use any of it. She had heard stories that he drank from gold-plated cups, ate with gold-plated cutlery (both myths, unfortunately for the young thief). She knew that Rufus didn't keep very close tabs on his possessions, either, by the offhanded way he dismissed everything that sparkled and shone around him. What would he miss an orb or two? It would all be going to Domino after AVALANCHE skipped town, anyway. What was the difference?

But, no. Instead of gems, and rubies, and riches, Yuffie had only been greeted with an opressive, brooding mansion, almost as foreboding as the Shinra mansion in Nibelheim. Vincent, in one of his rare observations, told her once that everything Shinra touched seemed to carry a curse from then on, to forever. It was small wonder the boy seemed haunted himself.

A strong hand clamped on her shoulder, startling her out of her reverie and alerting her to the presence of two sparkling blue eyes, smiling mockingly into her own green ones. "Daydreamin' again?"

"Ciiiiiiid," she whined, shrugging his hand away and sighing with rolled eyes. "Stop it. I'm bored outta my mind. What *else* can I do?"

"Makin' sure everyone's doin' their job. Keepin' the men from smokin' on the job. Keepin' them from goin' home early. I can think of plenty of things," Cid chided, shooting a look over his shoulder at the dozens of mechanics working diligently on the huge machine. "Thought you came here to help out."

"*You're* smoking on the job," Yuffie pointed out.

"Shaddap! Ya don't see me working with any gas tanks, do ya?" Cid's teeth clamped on his everpresent cigarette, as he scowled at the young Ninja. "I explained it to ya already. If they're workin' on the gas tanks, I don't want none of those fumes to catch on fire and blow this entire thing to the moon!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Yuffie scuffed one shoe on the ground and looked away, frowning. Junon's new ban on Mako energy, the first of hundreds of similar legislatures passed in other cities around the Planet, was sometimes more of an annoyance than an amenity. For instance, the Highwind had to be converted from battery-Mako power to gas-powered. It was still efficient and Planet-friendly, but it was a hell of a lot more expensive, and a whole new system had to be installed into the engine. AVALANCHE, being the saviors of the Planet and all, would obviously not be living up to their reputation if they kept on with Mako power.

"Whatever, kid. Just keep it up," Cid shrugged, taking another drag on his cig. "Don't let 'em do anythin' that's gonna hurt my baby, ok?"

"Right." She plopped down on a crate of spare, greasy parts, not even caring if she was getting motor oil on her legs, and put her chin in her hands with a bored sigh. The Captain, somewhat satisfied, walked away, whistling with the cigarette still in his mouth. (//He probably even *showers* while smoking,// Yuffie told herself with a grin.) In front of her, the mechanics in their blue overalls kept working, performing tasks she was supposed to supervise, though she knew absolutely nothing about it. On an Airship she would give all her materia if she didn't have to ride it again.

But, then, it was better than wandering around that mansion again. Much better.

She stared off into space for a while, her normally bright green eyes glazed and unattentive, when, suddenly, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She snapped her head around, her forehead creased in a look of perplexity, a frown tugging at her lips.

Could that have been... ... ...?

She slowly rose to her feet, climbed to the top of the crate, stretched onto her toes to get a better look. But whatever glimpse she had gotten of someone inexplicably familiar passing through the crowd had been too brief, and the spectre had vanished into thin air. There was no sign of anyone out of the ordinary, no one but the workers in their sea of grease and sweat, and Cid standing with his other head mechanics. Nothing.

Nothing?

She could have sworn she'd seen it. A splash of dark blue amonst the sea of powder-blue overalls. Dark blue and a shock of red. Something in her peripheral vision, too familiar to be anything but...

"Musta been Reeve," she told herself uneasily, trying to convince herself with her own voice. "He wears a blue suit. Musta been Reeve."

But was Reeve even at the airport base today? The figure had been too lean, too angled to be Reeve. So she had thought. But she had only gotten a glimpse, only an inkling from far in the distance. It couldn't possibly have been....

But she couldn't keep the thought from pushing itself to the front of her mind, too ominous to be answered. //What would *Reno* be doing in Junon!?!?!//

Rufus stayed out on the lawn long after Tifa went back inside, their materia-tutoring session having been cut short after his strange lapse into semi-conciousness. The girl had been significantly disturbed by his actions, and he had as well, though he didn't show it. Finally, they decided that materia could wait, and she left in a hurry, probably to squeal to her little AVALANCHE friends. Rufus didn't significantly care, he maintained, and remained outside to watch the waves breaking on the opposite side of his estate. He couldn't remember anything that had been told to him with any clarity, but he had a weak grasp on enough of it to be worried.

//What does this mean?//

He pushed back the hair from his eyes and looked around from where he was sitting on the lawn. He had his elbows propped up on his knees, his eyes squinted into the bright midday sun. The grass around him swayed with the wind from the sea, and whipped his red locks into a frenzy over his face. It was one of those rare moments where Rufus had no desire to think; he simply wanted to leave his problems behind and remain here, until he had a clear enough picture to face everything calmly again.

//If that's all it takes,// he told himself wryly, closing his eyes against the breeze, //I may be here for quite a long time.//

His head was still whirring from the first discovery that he was a Weapon. He had kept himself purposefully busy, so that he wouldn't have to sit and think about it. He didn't know what would happen to him once they got to the Northern Crater. He didn't know what would happen if he were to fail in locating the Black Materia. And he really didn't know what would happen if he were to *succeed*. Bugah hadn't given him any specific information regarding his current role, except that he had a heightened awareness of the Planet, and his job was to save it.

//Simple task,// Rufus sighed sarcastically. //Child's play.//

No doubt; he had changed drastically since those moments of staring down the Diamond Weapon's fire. (//Changed drastically since my death,// he added wryly to himself.) In more ways than he was aware. Something was glowing inside of him; something inside of him was still as yet obscured. He sensed there was more to his current situtation than simply the Planet, but he was too .... afraid? nervous? ... to find out what.

//I looked my own death in the eye countless times, fearlessly// Rufus thought, //Of all things for me to be scared of: *myself*. Maybe I really am in Hell.//

He felt the cold chill of the wind very suddenly, the warm light of the sun taking a crisp air at the same moment. Abruptly, Rufus felt a shiver move down his spine. //No.//

He didn't want to face the growing sense of foreboding within him. //That's stupid. I'm not in Hell. I'm flesh and blood. Alive. The Planet let me live.//

"But not everyone was so lucky."

He jumped at the sound of his own voice, unsure of where the thought had sprang from. It had come unbidden, being converted to voice before it had even registered in his mind. Again, the sunny atmosphere around him seemed to cool, and he felt another shiver rack his frame.

He got to his feet uneasily, checking over his shoulder several times. Perhaps he would give Elder Bugah a call later. He sensed another side to the story, sensed aspects of the deal that maybe he hadn't learned about. Like the fine print on a contract - he felt like there was something else he should know. Soon.

"Why me." He stuffed one hand in his pocket and rubbed his eyes with the back of his other hand. "Why the devil did it have to be me."

He didn't want to be outside anymore. Somehow, in trying not to think, he had given himself much more than he cared to think about. And this was *not* the time...

"Pull yourself together, Rufus," he whispered to himself, facing the sea again. Then he turned and, resuming his habitual crisp, aloof step, he walked back to his mansion, being sure to shut and latch the doors tightly as soon as he reached the inside.

There were voices echoing in from the front hall, reverberating like canned laughter on bad television sitcoms. Rufus paused to contemplate the sound, swiveling his head over his shoulder, his hand still on the doorknob. He couldn't identify the speakers, but figured that Cid, Yuffie, and Red were back from the Airship construction.

//So early?// But Rufus shook this thought away, discarding it. He had no idea how long he had been sitting on the lawn, if it was morning, noon, or early evening. It didn't matter. He didn't concern himself with the actions of AVALANCHE, seperating himself from them as much as possible. He kept a cool distance from them as a group, like he used to do with his old employees. Individually, he could tolerate only Reeve and, somewhat hesitantly, Tifa, but when there was a plurality of AVALANCHE members, Rufus let them know exactly where they stood.

Reeve. Yes. There was something he needed to say to the ex-executive, about taking a walk outside of the mansion sometime soon... Rufus dropped his hands at his sides and walked on, to the source of the voices, where he assumed he would find Reeve, or at least someone who knew where he was.

His face was set in his customary expression of aloof boredom, faint anger sharpening the edges of his eyes and mouth, until he walked into the expansive main hallway of his mansion. His white trenchcoat grazed around his ankles as he stopped abruptly in his steps, a look of horror and surprise washing across his features. Reeve and Tifa, standing at the foot of the grand staircase, glanced up at him with similar expressions of fear and shock, but quickly recomposed themselves enough to pretend there was nothing wrong, put up an unaffected facade, deny Rufus was even there.

Because, standing with his back to Rufus, the only person who wasn't aware of the boy's presence, was the mayor of Junon himself, making a surprise personal appearance.

Not ten feet away. Domino.

Rufus's senses went into what seemed like slow motion, though his reflexes were lightening quick. Dominio, discerning the sudden tenseness in the room, and hearing Rufus's footsteps stop dead behind him, sensed a new presence. Just as the portly mayor was turning around to get a good look at him, Rufus turned and dashed through the doorway, flattening himself against the wall, out of Domino's sight.

But not quick enough. A startled yelp from the mayor shattered all of Rufus's hopes for escape. "Who was that!?!"

"Sir?" Tifa's voice floated to Rufus's ears, unsuccessfully trying to sound calm. "What do you mean?"

"THAT!!! That ... That was RUFUS SHINRA! Wha-"

"No, sir. That wasn't anybody. I don't know what you're talking about."

Domino ignored the girl, his footsteps coming towards the room Rufus was now panicking in, his voice growing more insistant. "Rufus Shinra just walked into this room!... You guys have a LOT of explaining to do."

"Sir-" Reeve's voice cut in, fear ringing loudly. "We didn't want you to-"

Rufus forced himself to breathe, getting his iron stance in position and steeling himself for... //defeat? Shinra, defeated by... // ... the moment when Domino would walk in, the smug (//bastard//) look on his face, the promise of punishment in his smile. Rufus couldn't decide if he'd be killed on the spot, or publicly executed. Or tortured for a while, just for the Hell of it. //Ohhhhhh shit...// He backed slowly away from the doorway, his head snapping in all directions in search of an escape route. A few chairs, a few curtains, and several large bookcases were the only furnishings in the room. Just his luck, he had managed to take cover in a *library*. He was doomed.

Just before Domino could walk into the room, Reeve's voice shouted out in one final act of desperation. "Sir, the mansion's haunted!"

Outside the doorway, the footsteps stopped.

Reeve had never sweated so hard in his life.

He could feel how red his face was, how nervous his voice sounded, how scared shitless he must look to Domino right now. The mayor turned to face him, a mistrusting, cynical look on his face, but there was a trace of fear somewhere in there, too. Praying Rufus would have the sense to dive for cover, Reeve went on. "We didn't want to tell you, sir, because... Well, we knew that you would be moving into the mansion after we left..."

Tifa continued the thought, latching onto it - hard. "... And we didn't know if you would want the estate or not. It's really harmless, I think, but we've all seen some wierd stuff around the mansion. Just know that it can't hurt you."

Domino looked from one to the other, a look of insecurity spreading across his face. "You can't be serious."

"Believe me, sir. There's something wrong with this mansion. Now, don't let that affect whether or not you want to move in after we leave, please. It's still a beautiful estate."

Domino stuttered, took several steps backwards, then turned and peeked into the room Rufus had just disappeared into.

Tifa had never been much of a pottymouth, but Reeve had to clap his hand over her mouth to keep her from muttering a loud curse. Domino stood in the doorway, his head jerking in all directions, his eyes wide and breathing short. The three shared a tense, unnatural silence that seemed to stretch forever.

Domino's voice was dull and confused. "There's no one in here."

"Sir..."

"Where did he go?"

"Sir, I'm telling you..."

"I said, where did he go?"

Reeve bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. "There's a lot of bad blood in this mansion, sir. I'm sure you've noticed that. I'm sorry, but you're not going to find him no matter how hard you search that room."

He opened his eyes to find Domino giving him a wide-eyed stare. Doubt ravaged his mind - would he believe it? would he search anyway? would they get through this? what the hell could he do? - but he forced himself to remain calm, and look solomnly and grimly at the mayor.

After a long moment, Domino stepped towards the front door, trying to appear affable and calm, but his walk was scared and jerky. "Maybe I should go," he said hoarsely.

Yes. Maybe you should. Reeve gave him a respectful grin, something every executive knew how to cop, and nodded his assent. Yes, of course.

Domino was the kind of man who brightened the mansion by leaving it, though he was completely unaware. He considered AVALANCHE as somewhat of a pet of his; he had given them their start long ago, in their quest to overcome Shinra. And they proved themselves to be quite thankful, waving him goodbye as he drove off in his black stretch limo, grinning broadly at him.

Though there was still something there that he didn't like. Something he didn't trust.

He knocked on the window between the driver and passenger portion of the limo, waiting patiently for the glass divider to be rolled down. "Tell me - what do you think about the possibility of ghosts?"

//What a loony,// the limo driver thought to himself, rolling his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. But all he said was, "Sure," shrugging his soldiers stoically. "Whatever."

Domino sat back contentedly in his limo, his curiosity satiated. He had just gotten an idea, anyway. Domino had a plan.

The mansion disappeared in the rearview mirror, Rufus Shinra's former estate setting like the sun over the horizon. It didn't matter anymore. Domino was in power, now. Whatever happened, it was Domino in charge. Domino.

Rufus Shinra could rot in Hell, for all he mattered. It was all over now, anyway. Over and done with.

After all, Rufus Shinra was the one who nearly ruined the Planet by wasting all of its Mako energy. Now, it was Domino's turn. And he would be the one to rebuild.

He would be the one to save it. *Domino*, not Rufus, would save the world. Yes, he liked that idea. Domino would save it. Oh, yes. Domino.

Catch the irony there?

By the way, thanks a million to the webmasters and mistresses who worked on this chapter... right justification must be a complete bitch. I'm very sorry =) Although I do have to add that everything right-justified (floating over there on the right side of your screen) is DIFFERENT from when Rufus was talking to the Planet. Meaning, keep them separate. In fact, that's the big reason that I had to do it right-justified, but I just had to make PERFECTLY CLEAR that every one else understood, too. Awright.

japalac27@hotmail.com You know what to do. =)