She's gone?

[ Silence. ]

Fuck.

[ A loud slam. Static, and then nothing. ]

I can't even believe my fucking luck sometimes.

[A pause, then:]

Rikku, don't--

[Muffled shuffling, and then a high-pitched, feminine squeak. More shuffling, before everything falls eerily quiet.]

...

... Move.

[The shuffle of footsteps on concrete, and then the noise of something slamming against a solid wood surface, followed quickly with ( Read more... )