City
-Dot-
No, I thought we'd just stop here and-
-He bites off the rest of his response-
-You don't see anyone Silver-
-But you feel their eyes on you-
-Sora-
It could, I don't know-
-John comes up-
Go left!
-Runs in said direction-
Battlefield
-The soldiers nod-
Bring them to the medical tent and report to General Stanton.
-They stand aside to let them through-
City
-Chris sprints down the road, turning right at the next corner-
-John follows, stopping at said corner to make sure everyone can follow-
-Fen and Silver-
-Footsteps follow you-
-They never run-
-They never falter-
-They should not be drawing closer-
-But they are-
-In sudden leaps their sound grows louder-
-Cloud will smell something familiar-
-It's him-
Battlefield
-Klara is rushed to the medical tent, an oxygen mask affixed to her face-
-There is muffled talking that she cannot make out-
-And she is moved again-
-It seems she is the only person in this room-
-Before Lance can reach Stanton, Gigolo intercepts him-
You're alive.
Battlefield
No. Stanton was certainly hoping you wouldn't. But it would not have surprised me.
-He leans back-
Well. Stanton's waiting.
-IN THE MEDICAL TENT-
-Medics take Winda and affix an oxygen mask to her face, wheeling her to where she can be examined and treated-
-Oddly, Klara is nowhere to be seen-
City
-As Fen stops, so do the footsteps-
-The only sound is that of your own running and breathing-
-And then Chris skids to a halt before the end of the street-
-Looking up at the roof of a tall building-
-And the figure atop it, silhouetted against the horizon-

-looks around quickly-
dead devotion