Celes had been wandering Figaro that day, though as soon as the pink hue had touched the skylights, she'd watched it. The light grew, harsher and brighter, until she had to look away. The light... so familiar she could almost place it... and then nothing. She blinked, startled to discover herself in Alexandria. Why was she here? How was she here?

She looked around, wondering where everyone was. Pushing other thoughts out of her mind for a while so as not to dwell on them, she hurried forward, where she could just make out the presence of a familiar suit of armor.

"...Steiner?"