There seems to be some sort of pilgrimmage going on... lots of peple coming to Alexandria. And the strange thing is, though I've never seen most of these people in my life, it's like I somehow know them already. Like there's this odd sort of connection between us all.

I saw a girl arriving at the train station earlier, carrying a basket of flowers over one arm. If one is to go by the garish letters on the sign her compnaion was bearing (whose flourescent orange shapes are still burned into my retinas), her name is Aerith. I've never heard of such a person, but just looking at her stirred some sort of dormant... sense inside me.

For a moment I considered trying to feel out her mind for some sort of clue as to her reason for coming here. Then I realized what an invasion of her privacy that would be and simply kept walking on my way home.

Perhaps someday this mystery will reveal itself to me.

I had another dream last night, and the same man was in it. I still couldn't see his face under the dark hood he wore, but when he spoke... It was him. My father. I wanted to reach out, to touch him, but every time I tried he would move farther away from me. He told me that I have to remain patient. Our day will come: The day when I am finally able to set him free.

I have stopped writing to Mother about the dreams. She only thinks I'm crazy. She still believes my father died almost twenty years ago - but I know better. I know he's out there somewhere, trapped in that prison they put him in so many years ago. Someday I will find him, and when that day comes... No one will be able to stop us from being together.