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[nineteenfortyfive]

I feel like every time I use this thing it's something like this, isn't it?

[Claire's in front of the camera that's set on something, just so she can step back and motion at what once was her up-and-coming clinic. It still is, but... the holes in the ceiling and that collapsed wall that sent her medicine cabinet to the floor is a bit of a set back.

At least the roof isn't about to cave in. Probably. She glances up at a creak before looking back to the screen.]

My clinic's taken some damage, but not as much as the Sanctuary. If anyone would be so kind as to help me, be it medically or by doing some heavy lifting, we can set up some cots and treat people here. It's not a lot of space, but we can set up outside as well, and go out to those that aren't able to make the journey. Any and all help would be appreciated, and please feel free to discuss among yourselves if you've got any helpful ideas. Now's the time.

[It's sort of like the riots. But there wasn't a giant stone reminder of how they almost got destroyed looming in the sky.

Claire takes a breath before carrying on.]

I would also ask those who are able to help with the recovery and removal of bodies do so. With all the time... travel [was that a wince?] I don't know if we'll be dealing with rotting and festering corpses in the next few hours or not. People need to be returned to their families and properly buried.

Thank you.

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[nineteenfortyfive]

You think? [She sounds amused, at least.]

That's odd. I suppose he wouldn't know, but you're sure it was before the Storm?

[earthy]

I've seen the boys since the dragon but not since Nadril.

[If they were able to survive the giant rotting world-ending dragon, presumably they weathered the cold.]

I'm sure. He made new memories in our World after he lost the old ones. This isn't the first time he's had memory trouble, either. It's all related to his heart.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Nadril was tame, at least.

[Heart and memory problems?]

I've never heard of memory problems relating to the heart. Are you sure?

[earthy]

Yes, ma'am... Before it was because his heart had been badly injured. And now he's lost it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

He what?

[Claire looks about three seconds from dashing out the door in search of this unnamed friend of Terra's.]

[earthy]

[Huh. Well, it is pretty alarming, Terra supposes.]

Lost his heart? I don't know how it happened... If it was a monster or the darkness or...

[A Keyblade incident. That happens sometimes......]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Who, exactly, are we talking about?

[earthy]

His name is Ven. Ventus.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Is he all right aside from the memory loss? I'm sorry, I'm just trying to understand.

[earthy]

He seemed okay, the one time I got to talk to him? But I wouldn't be able to say for certain. He doesn't recognize me and he won't let me near.

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Better safe than sorry.]

If you have any idea where his usual haunts are, I can see what I can do. Coincidentally bump into him, things like that, if you're worried about how he is.

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[earthy]

Really? I'd appreciate that. I think he's in Olympia now. Probably living in one of those small houses they let you stay in free for a month. No clue if he's got any favorite places yet. I'd guess he's still exploring and learning his way around.

[nineteenfortyfive]

That's a start. What does he look like?

[earthy]

Ven's about sixteen years old? Short and lean, with blond, spiky hair that sticks up every which way. Blue eyes. Oh, and he was wearing a black coat last I saw him.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That almost sounds like Prompto, if not for the short part. And maybe the sixteen years old part. He's probably a little older than that.

But... it does sound like someone she's met.]

I met a boy named Roxas that fits that description.

[earthy]

Right, that's... what he's been calling himself lately. Some name someone else gave him.

[nineteenfortyfive]

So, your friend Ven believes his name is Roxas and has some memory loss. You're certain this is your friend?

[She has enough experience with people looking so similar to one another that she could put it on a resume.]

[earthy]

Yes. He has to be him.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Oh, she feels bad about this. Best not to say much about it, though.]

All right. I'll see what I can figure out.

[earthy]

Thanks. It means a lot.

[nineteenfortyfive]

It's the least I can do.