Cloud spent much of his time now traveling Naboo. Though the planetary government had made generous provisions for those who came through the rift, Cloud had never been comfortable relying on the charity of others. It had been one of his greater flaws as a child. Now, it was a manifestation of his determination to do something better with his life. Cloud had lived when others had not. He owed it to them to give back to the world, even if only in small ways. Rather than count on a stipend, Cloud found work. He'd been able to convince a local mechanic to hire him, and when he wasn't learning the ins and outs of this galaxy's technology, he ran errands with vehicles loaned to him by his new employer. It was an informal arrangement, but an amicable one. Cloud hoped, if he truly were stuck in this reality for the foreseeable future, that he would be ready to set out on his own within the next six months.
He was on his way back into the settlement when he spotted the pop-up carnival, and a familiar head of red hair. Cloud might not have met Wanda in person, yet, but he knew her face from transmissions. What was she doing haunting the perimeter of the carnival? He pulled over, put his loaned speederbike on standby, and swung a leg over the saddle. Cloud had spent enough time with Yuffie to recognize when someone had mischief in mind. That opening in the fence was just big enough for a slight adult to fit through, and easily forgotten behind the bulk of two rides and a vendor's tent.
"Planning a vacation?" he asked, voice pitched just loud enough for Wanda to hear.