A certain semi-famous blond, spiky "ex-SOLDIER" walked into a bar Nexus, half-hidden behind the ridiculously large crate of booze that he was carrying. Naturally, it took a few moments before he realized that no, he wasn't in the store-room at the Seventh Heaven and yes, Tifa was probably going to kill him messily on his return no matter what, given that the door he'd walked through had conveniently disappeared behind him.

Sighing, Cloud set the crate down and leaned on it, reading The Sign with a bemused expression before shrugging fatalistically.

"What's your favorite cure for nightmares? Alternately, how the heck do you get out of this whole land of disappearing doorways?"