Cloud and Tifa both sat up in their bunks. They got up, the metal of the deck cold under their bare feet, and rushed to Barrett's quarters. Cloud pulled back the curtain that gave privacy to Barrett in what was little more than a niche and saw Barrett bolt upright, his eyes open, but unseeing. He was pouring with sweat, his gun-arm stump poised as if it had a weapon attached and ready to fire.
Tifa pushed past Cloud and sat down with her friend. Putting her hand over his eyes, she found something to wipe off Barrett's face. The big man had been breathing hard, but he slowly eased and Tifa pushed he back down. She looked up at Cloud and the ex-SOLDIER took the hint.
Pulling the curtain closed, he turned to where Biggs and Jessie were crowding trying to see what was happening. Wedge must have still been at the controls. "Nothing to see here, guys, just a bad dream."
Cloud sat in his little nook waiting for Tifa to come back. Eventually she came out of Barrett's niche and returned to her own. She noticed Cloud was waiting for some kind of explanation and said, "Sometimes he has dreams about his daughter. Never this bad though. Something must have set him off. Anyway, we'll be in Midgar soon and he can take some time with her."
"Sure." Cloud didn't have anything else to say and Tifa got under her blanket and turned off the lamp.
Since October 3rd, 2000 | "Quite a thing to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave."