[Accidental Video]
[This was supposed to be an audio log, but a lack of sleep combined with an NV virus that never quite went away means it's going to be video. Tifa looks exhausted, her upper half sprawled on the kitchen table with one arm straight out and her head resting on it. Chocolate brown hair is spread about her like it's been caught in a wind storm.]
Cloud.
[She's trying to put some life into her voice, but even this sounds hollow and exhausted.]
Where did you go this time? Did I do something? Terra and I miss you.
Call me.
Cloud.
[She's trying to put some life into her voice, but even this sounds hollow and exhausted.]
Where did you go this time? Did I do something? Terra and I miss you.
Call me.