The thought of Zack shouting all over town was another imaginary visual that Angeal had in mind that made him chuckle. "The town would never be the same again."

While the patrons were leaving once the play was done, Angeal thought it best to do some exploring while he spoke with the trooper. Varied scents of taffies and other snacks wafted through the aisles from the departing guests and it was enough to make Angeal wonder if there was ever such a thing as moderation. Then again, he didn't have any children to teach what the concept meant but he certainly missed training new recruits.

The thought of what happened in Modeoheim and the chaos the area had underwent during the insurgence with AVALANCHE, he thought back on the time and had to shake his thoughts away. What if he wasn't dreaming this at all and was placed here for a reason? Other than being a Hero of Light, he wondered if this was a new chance to prove that he wasn't as far gone as he had thought he was initially.

He placed his hand on his chin in thought. It made sense now that they were in a new place and not just some concocted memory forced through by mako induced brain washing. "You're on to something. I've encountered the same issue. What do you think this place could be?"