GOING HISTORY


It's ice cold in this place, worse than anywhere up north. Jesus, you'd think if they were going to dunk us into something, they'd at least make it body tempurature first...Nah, no point in that. It's cold like this every time, really. You can't see out through the glass very well either, it's bent around and distorts everything. Besides that there isn't much to see. A lot of books and dark, most of the time. They leave us floating here for a while at a time...You can't tell if anyone's coming either. I don't know how many feet underground we are, or even for certain where. I thought we were in the basement of Shinra mansion, but there's enough space that I might even believe we're burrowed across the world, hidden away somewhere under Costa del Sol.

When the lights come on, it's always a shock. It burns like hell and the glow sent out from the tanks gets even worse. He doesn't even talk anymore. Hell, he doesn't even scratch on the sides of the glass. I can barely make him out in the dark, just a light sillouette. Maybe I could last longer here...but not him. If we're going to get out, it's got to be soon.

There's a light moving in the hall. Someone's coming.