[It takes a careful walk across the old rafters, but they're sturdy enough; a leaning piece of wood leads through the hole to the exterior of the roof.]

[Anyone who knows Midgar would know immediately what's wrong: the darkness outside the church is the natural darkness of early evening, and the water around the church, finally calmed, reflects the sky like a smooth mirror. Aerith automatically tilts her head back, staring at where there should be a huge plate.]

It's gone... the city's gone. Just scrap left. They look like little islands, don't they?

...I keep forgetting. [She turns to face Paprika with an uncertain smile.] I'm sorry. I was thinking we could go to my mom's house, but-- ah. [She makes a small, helpless gesture with her hands, turning them palm-up.] It's not here. Pretty silly of me, not remembering! I know I can have better dreams than this.