Whenever it rained, Cloud always found himself outside, looking up at the dark sky. He would always let the droplets fall into his eyes, causing them to sting not liking the sudden intrusion. Every so often water would escape from his eyes, none of which was to do with the rain.

Cloud, RUN!

Always the same voice in his head and, every so often, he would see a man with black hair and eyes that seemed to glow. Cloud didn't know who he was or how the man knew his name. All he knew was that every time he saw the man with the black hair, he felt the urge to scream and worse, cry.

Sometimes he stood in the rain, like he was at this moment, to let all his anguish out. The tears could run freely and unchecked, away from the concerned looks from Tifa and Barrett. How could he explain his sudden wave of sadness, when he didn't know the reason himself?

"We're friends, right?"

Cloud knew this wasn't real, he didn't have friends. He couldn't let anyone close enough to be his friend, so why would he make an exception for this man? None of the visions made sense, and it frustrated him immensely.

Cloud sighed and ran a hand through his blonde spikes, turning back towards the bar. He really shouldn't dwell on things, especially the day before a mission. As he entered the warm building which was full of laughter, a name suddenly popped into his head.

Zack.

He frowned slightly as he sat down next to Tifa, absent-mindedly taking a plate of food that was offered to him. A question going through his mind.

Who was Zack?