[ To Aerith's gaze, this isn't Tifa, but someone just as familiar. The dreamspell slipped over her holds tight, and it helps that the dress does some heavy lifting for her memory, too. The question is posed to her, in her mind, in the voice of someone else— Cloud. It sounds quite strange to her ears, but it's stranger yet that Cloud doesn't recall what's happening. ]

Did you forget? [ She speaks, with a tilt of her head. ] Madame M said there was someone who wants to meet you. Just... go on in and you'll get all set up.

[ A beat. ]

I think!