The moogles, of course... Aya nearly forgot. It doesn't help that the one that's taken to following her around is so shy that she only ever seems to talk when spoken to.

"Heroes of light, Fire Crystal, the Queen..." Aya parrots, more like she's reciting some bar joke. She just shakes her head. "I feel like I'm inside some kinda of storybook."

And if this was a dream, it was a very vivid one. No, she knew that this wasn't a dream... She could make out the written words in front of stores and buildings. In dreams she would be jumping around events, but ever since she woke up things had been going in a very linear order. Like it was real.

"Cid. Is that someone else I should be talking to?"

Something Jack had said comes back to her; people who he recommended speaking with that were close in leadership.

That's when she realizes her manners. "Sorry, I just keep thinking..." Never mind. "Anyway, I'm Aya Brea. Thanks for indulging me with all the info."