Selphie walked down the hallway with Laguna as they headed for Cid’s office to find him a room for him to stay in while he was visiting Garden. She remembered having the biggest crush on him when they had first met. In a silly way she had even fantasized about him falling in love with her, and sweeping her off her feet. In the past few years her maturity had taken over, and she knew it was nothing more than a unreachable dream. Seeing him again after so long though had reminded her why she had fallen so hard for him. His brilliant blue eyes, his shiny raven hair that flowed beautifully down his shoulders, his handsome face and friendly demeanor. What wasn’t to love?

“What do you think we should do to help Squall?” she asked, trying to get her mind on more important matters. He turned his head to look at her, and she was again shocked at how tired he looked. Squall had looked even worse, and she felt guilty for her thoughtless reminiscing.

“I’m honestly at a loss. I’m beginning to wonder if Ultimecia is truly dead. It chills me to think she’s not.” He shook his head, then stifled a tired yawn before speaking again. “I came here to help my son, and when it comes down to it, I just don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll think of something,” she said, clutching lightly onto his arm as they walked. He gave her an appreciative smile, and patted her hand in a fatherly way. They fell back into silence as the boarded the elevator, both of them having their own troubled thoughts.

Laguna tiredly rubbed his dry eyes, trying to come up with something that would help Squall. He felt like a worthless fool for not having an answer to this alarming problem. His son was a strong young man, but until they knew exactly what was going on, Squall would have to be protected. He knew his son enough to know that he wouldn’t take kindly to it, he was just stubborn that way, but Laguna wouldn’t give him a choice. ‘Maybe I should take him back to Esthar,’ he thought as the elevator door opened to Cid’s outer office.

Cid’s secretary gave the two of them an apologetic smile, and a slight shake of her head as they walked in. The two of them froze in confusion until they heard the loud voices coming from the Headmaster’s office.

“They’ve been arguing for about half an hour now,” she informed them in a hushed tone of voice.

“Who’s he arguing with?” Laguna asked, starting to feel uncomfortable being there.

“That would be Edea,” Selphie answered. They’ve been divorced for over a year now, but that hasn’t stopped them from constantly arguing.