[The name makes her heart both leap and drop all at the same time, and she hardly notices the shift in the dreamscape. The waves would have sounded louder in her head anyway, as if trying to drown out the question, hide away the memories she's kept locked away in her heart since coming here for just a little longer, but it's too late. His question pulls them all to the forefront of her consciousness.

Tifa looks out to face the water, and if Sora looks, he'll see a distant smile on her face. It's one that's both fond and sad... Her answer doesn't come right away. In fact, there's a long stretch of silence that's filled by the crashing of the waves as they lap at the shore.]

Sometimes.

[But she's tried so hard not to think about him that it feels so much longer than it actually has been.]

I sometimes wonder what he might be doing right now. [A small, breathy laugh.] I like to think the real me is keeping him out of trouble.