The Highwind lurched trough the treacherous storm as its lone occupant was tossed about inside.
"I gotta keep control of her, I can't let her crash," said Cid as he struggled to keep the Highwind on a steady course. "She's all I got." Everything had been taken away from Cid in the 5 years since Sephiroth's death and the destruction of Meteor. Shera had died in that terrible accident, he had had that awful fight with Barrett, and to top it all his favorite brand of cigarettes had gone bankrupt, forcing him to smoke a new, cheap brand. "Ugh," groaned Cid as he spat the cigarette out of his mouth and onto the floor of the Highwind and ground it out with his boot. "Damn cheap cigarettes." Cid saw the box of tools come crashing down one second before he could do anything about it. "Oh SHIT," bellowed Cid as the box knocked him out. |