Just ahead of us, Biggs and Wedge were waiting in line, suitcases in hand. Barret and Tifa were nearby, and the platform was full of people waiting for the train to arrive. The murmur of conversation hovered in the early morning air as daylight filled the slums. As I looked back over at Biggs and Wedge, there was a sound of rumbling engines as the train finally got here, stopping alongside the platform with a hiss of steam as its brakes squealed in protest.
“Here we go…” Biggs murmured.
Wedge gulped. “Man, I think I’m gonna be sick…”
Barret heard them and walked over, a pair of protective sunglasses on his eyes today. “’Sup, guys. Got a problem?”
“Just… not sure we can do this,” Wedge shivered.
“Yeah,” Biggs sighed. “The first one was… rough. We always knew things’d get messy. We’re just worried.”
Jessie went to them and put a hand on each of their shoulders. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see! We can do this, guys! And when it’s all over, we’ll go someplace fun and relax for a while!”
“You sure?” Wedge asked.
“Positive!” she winked. Then she turned to me, hands on her hips. “You’re coming, too! Right, Cloud?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Jessie grinned. “Awesome! Sounds like a plan!”
“Count me in!” Tifa chuckled.
“Definitely! And what about you, Barret? Care to join us?”
He shrugged. “Might as well, I s’pose. Train’s ready, though, so you guys better quit yappin’ an’ get on board.”