Streams of golden light stream in through the splintered woods, the early morning sun warming the planes of Cloud's face as his eyes flutter open, squinting through the light as a thumping echoes through his aching head. A floral aroma surroundings him, coaxing him further awake.

Cloud's quick to his feet as he wakes, dirt sounding below his feet. His eyes scan the tall ceilings, the light filtering in through ornate windows, direct light hitting the top of his head.

He cranes his neck up, following the rays up to the obnoxiously obvious hole in the ceiling, situated directly above Cloud, the morning light stinging his eyes.

The fall from the Mako Reactor had him crashing through what looked to be a decrepit church, nature overtaking the structure, including a patch of flowers he'd luckily landed on, breaking his fall from such a drop. Admittedly, his boots were trampling all over the flowers yellow petals, but they seemed to be sturdier than they looked.

Cloud's brows pinch together at his own predicament, thoughts and plans wirling in his head already. He's not sure where he is, nevertheless how to get to Sector Seven from here.

However, before he could have much longer to think, he finally takes notice of the figure of a young man sharing the space, situated not a few feet away from him.