Christmas. An interesting name for such a holiday. In Midgar, we have the festival of Shiva, which is quite similar to all of this (the tree, the presents, the being with family on such a happy day).

In Wutai we don't have such a thing however. Interesting, to see the cultures clash like this so much.

In other news, shooting those annoying, singing mushrooms was quite fun, I will admit. Not one bullet was wasted.

My last recollection...I had fallen asleep at my desk again, I suppose. I must have. That would be the only logical solution that I can come up with, because this is most surely a dream.

A vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless...no, I can feel the cloth of one of the curtains under my fingers. This is no dream.

But, this place is indeed not Midgar, nor does it have the same decorating as any of the rooms in the office. Having spent many a night camped out on my couch in my office there, I should know.

My gun is here, however, which is some small comfort. I wonder where the others are. I wonder where I am right now.

Things to find out as soon as possible.