[Makoto blinked and the world around her changed.]
[As though waking from a dream, Makoto took a step forward and was greeted with the cafe that she had come to call a second home. The air was full of the smell of Jamaican Blue and the simmering scent of curry that had an hour left to go. This was her nostalgia. Her comfort. Her sanctuary. The moment was broken when she instinctively lifted up her cell to call her sister to make sure that she was okay and to tell her all about the crazy dream of moogles and chocobos and... her absence.]
[Instead she was greeted with the blank screen of a dead phone. Without a power source in Valkutha she hadn't have access to it for almost a month now. Everything else was quick to follow: the ship, the Dream Width, her friends. The transition was so seamless and quick it reminded her of the Metaverse.]
[That thought lingered as she heard a pair of voices. She only needed to see the girl to get a sense of what was going on. Now the question remained: was that her, or was that a cognitive memory of her? Only one way to find out.]
[She approached the two.] Hello Boss. Hello Futaba. The sign said that you were open, but were you about to go somewhere?
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[As though waking from a dream, Makoto took a step forward and was greeted with the cafe that she had come to call a second home. The air was full of the smell of Jamaican Blue and the simmering scent of curry that had an hour left to go. This was her nostalgia. Her comfort. Her sanctuary. The moment was broken when she instinctively lifted up her cell to call her sister to make sure that she was okay and to tell her all about the crazy dream of moogles and chocobos and... her absence.]
[Instead she was greeted with the blank screen of a dead phone. Without a power source in Valkutha she hadn't have access to it for almost a month now. Everything else was quick to follow: the ship, the Dream Width, her friends. The transition was so seamless and quick it reminded her of the Metaverse.]
[That thought lingered as she heard a pair of voices. She only needed to see the girl to get a sense of what was going on. Now the question remained: was that her, or was that a cognitive memory of her? Only one way to find out.]
[She approached the two.] Hello Boss. Hello Futaba. The sign said that you were open, but were you about to go somewhere?