[Tifa had been down in the kitchens when it happened. Gaslight had come bounding in meowing at her, trampling all over the counters, hopping on her shoulder, all manner of things to get her attention until Tifa would follow her. She ran off, stopped, checked over her shoulder to be sure that she was being followed, as Gaslight led her down the corridors below deck. Clearly, the cat wanted to show her something, and wanted to show her desperately.]

If this is you asking for treats, I already gave you some.

[She doesn't take her very far and stops at the storage room several down from the kitchen and claws at the door.]

There's nothing in there for you, I promise. Look—

[Tifa rolls her eyes at the cat, walks right up to the door, and opens it.]

See? Noth—Zack!?

[Except that is not nothing. That is Zack fast asleep on the floor of the storage closet...]

What in the...? Zack, wake up!