It was like déjà vu all over again. In the crowded area of the blitzball stadium, Yuna was trying to push her way through the masses, the glimpse of a familiar red coat propelling her forward. "Excuse me, pardon me," she tried her best to worm her way through openings that the moving bodies provided, and finally, with some luck, managed to come out of the other side, just a few feet away.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest. Would he be angry with her? Disappointed that she had disappeared from the pilgrimage? Even so, even if it meant possibly being reprimanded... "S... Sir Auron!" she cried into the sea of voices, hoping to catch his attention.