"But you'd be careful. I know I must look pretty strange," Aerith answered, still taking the opening offered to come inside. She carefully placed her staff in a corner so it would stand upright without hitting anything. "Maybe they'll come by soon? But..." Her forehead wrinkled with thought before she turned to Tomoe. "It seems like such a sad day, in a strange way. Do you feel it too? ... Are you feeling all right?" Especially since she was the one dreaming this ... a dream where you were all alone ... for Aerith, such a quiet dream would always feel a bit strange. No crowds, no voice of the Planet, nothing but a quaint house. Nothing was happening. Wasn't that kind of weird for a dream?