*The Lounge. Ah yes, we remember it fondly from our earlier days in reading it. Yet look at the dates...a full year has passed since the last time the webmistress has stepped on this page. A peaceful year, full of relaxing and happiness. But not for long... *

*However, the Lounge members are looking well rested. Reno, the most abused of all the heroes of our ongoing saga, is looking healthy and content while drinking his iced tea in the comfort of Tash/Messiah's leather armchair. Tseng and Elena are curled up together watching a movie. Or, more precisely, Tseng is watching the movie and Elena is curled up next to him ogling him. Rufus and Vincent seem engrossed in a chess match going on at the nearby coffee table, and Tifa and Aeris gossip while enjoying a late night snack. With no Cloud in sight, the two get along amazingly well...*

Reno: * leaning back and streching in the armchair* "Now this is the life. Do you realize how long it's been since that psycho bitch came here to harass us? I feel as though my mental and physical scars are slipping away."

Sephiroth: "Boo."

All: "AHHHH!"

Reno: "Dammit, Sephiroth, don't do that to us! We're not cold hearted freaks like you are!"

Sephiroth: *smirking* "Just for that, I won't tell you the great and glorious or terribly tragic news i have. It depends on your way of thinking."

Tseng: *turns off the movie* "What is it, Sephiroth? We all live here, so you have to tell us eventually..."

Sephiroth: *smirks* "It's much more fun this way. *turns to Reno* And it's especially bad news for you, fire head."

Reno: *a worried look on his face* "You don't think..."

Rude: "No, the odds are impossible..."

*Suddenly, ever so softly the sounds of a suitcase being dragged can be heard on the wooden floors of the resting place for the workers of this site. They all look at each other with confused faces, not knowing anyone who would drag a wheeling suitcase around. Suddenly, the noise stops*

Rufus: *lets out a sigh of relief* "It's only our imaginations... "

Mysterious Voice: "Is it now?"

*A figure can now be seen in the shadows holding the handle to one of those rolling suitcases. Waiting a moment for the anxiety to set it, the person steps forward. A young woman...a teenge girl with features that are familiar, although she is a year older than they last remembered. A year that caused another name change to the growing list...*

Demosthenes: "Boo."

All: "AHHHH!" *they scramble to the other side of the furniture to get away*

Reno: "Crud! You're supposed to be dead, Messiah or Tash or whoever you are!"

Demosthenes: "Demosthenes. My name is now Demosthenes. And I'm back, ready to work this site and play with you all."

*The sounds of screams of terror fade away as the scrren does. So this is....*