While his friends and the rest made the best of the situation, Cloud was perhaps the only one reluctant to branch out. For close to a month he kept to himself and spoke only when addressed, but the majority of his time here was spent in isolation from the rest. There was so much on his mind from the destruction of his world to the concern of his friends who remained to be seen. All he could do was wait and count the minutes, hours, days, and weeks until the next pod release arrived.

Eventually his curiosity did get the better of him and pushed him to seek out the one place he heard a great deal about. The Sensoriums—the holographic room able to recreate anything with just a sheer thought, it was something he had to see for himself to believe was even possible. Lo and behold, the rumors proved to be true, and before he knew it he was standing in the one area that always brought him the most peace—the abandoned church.

The area was recreated precisely as he remembered it, right down to the broken pews, shattered floorboards, and the blooming flowers that grew just at the front of the church. Even his original regalia was materialized over the permanent skin tight suit he wore. Here he could pretend that nothing had changed, the world remained, and that the ship itself was nothing more than a dream. And while he knew that none of it was at all real, just the feel and look of it was able to put him in a state of ease and comfort. Of course, now that Aerith was actually alive and present, such a place was not really needed when she was able to provide that just with her presence.

Sadly, no one told him that he could achieve privacy here in such a publicly used domain.