Black-cloaked men. Why was it always black-cloaked men? He seen enough damned black cloaks to last him two lifetimes and had absolutely no interest in seeing any more. Not that it really seemed that he had much choice in the matter at the moment, no matter how much he might complain or swear about it.

"Sounds just like home," he grumbled. "Only with all the useful bits taken out." Or more accurately, it sounded like Midgar - Rocket Town had been tolerable at least.

Why did have to get himself stuck in place like this anyway?