After a disbelieving grunt, Cid again took a sip of his tea. "What bonehead leaves a giant rocket in the middle of a town?" He shook his head, dismayed by the lack of intelligence in people these days. It was a hard life, being sensible. A good engineer practiced safety at all times.

"The Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee. We're rebuildin' everything." Watching his world come apart at the seams never tampered the hope he'd return someday, but having it happen to him twice now, and this time without his ship... "Or we were until it happened again." He scowled, holding his cup level with his chin. "Should've seen it in its heyday. It was beautiful. Flowers and fountains everywhere."