She's taller, and the blue stands out against the snow-washed landscape. This is Mercury.

Her head turns as she thinks she spots movement - who? For that matter, where? She's disoriented. It's becoming a familiar feeling, when her dreams take her so many unknown places. Then the spots the runner, and she even knows him.

"Sephiroth!" The voice is stern. He won't last ten minutes alone.

Why should that concern her?