Squall was tired -- exhausted. Ever since he'd woke up in bed with the crazy girl yesterday, he'd been out searching the island for Sis. She had to be somewhere, didn't she? He was going to find her! Except she was all gone, and he'd looked everywhere.

Amazingly, while he was out searching for Sis, he hadn't managed to find anybody else, either. Maybe he was just bad at looking for things.

(What do I do now?)

(Am I... all alone?)


Well, what he was going to do NOW was munch on some chips and soda and watch TV. Maybe later he'd shower off the dirt and twigs and sap and blood and everything else that covered him head to toe. Then, tomorrow, he'd either go looking again or sit and mope. Sitting and moping was starting to sound pretty good.


(Open common room)