Cold, tired, and wet a man in red staggers into the streets of Junon, his vision blurred and hazy. He stops as soon as he reaches the main street, leaning up against the wall. Those who walk by this man on the street feel pity for him, or fear toward him, but no one would help him. He let his body fall slowly down, his back still pressed up against the wall like a cornered animal. In a web of gray swam his vision, growing ever darker as the spider that was unconsciousness embedded its fangs into his skin.

"Vince, Vincent... Vincey-boy! Hey wake up!" Someone with an annoying voice and a hand that smelled of old tuna was trying to wake him. He felt warm, but strangely confined. His stiff, aching muscles had somehow relaxed, and he felt refreshed. Then he looked up into the face of doom with red hair. He sat up, his eyes wide as he just realized his head had been in Reno's lap.

"You sick freak!" He was about to kill the younger, naïve Turk when he smelled the liquor on him. "That would explain things." He looked down as he stood up, realizing that he was wearing a crisp new blue suit that fit him like a glove. Two and two put themselves together instantly. Tseng had sent Reno out of the office in order to get rid of him, meanwhile pestering the older Turk into getting his work done faster. Then there was the fact- "You sick freak! You disrobed me?"

"And re-robed you in some snazzy new duds, compliments of the boss. And you looked so cute in that ba-" Vincent punched him in the face with his left hand before he could get another word out.

"I always thought you were gay Reno, I never pictured you for a drunken flamer... although it'd explain the pink hair." He muttered to the unconscious Reno, sifting though his pockets, looking for anything that might have been a key. No luck. "Damn it Reno!" He had no choice now. He'd have to wait until the idiot woke up.

~ Three Days Later ~

After about the tenth cup of boiling coffee he had spilt over Reno, Vincent began to get a little bored... Now, four cups of tea, five bowls of Ramen, seven cupcakes, and three sundaes later, Vincent was incredibly bored. He sat, in the new suit, watching the kid snore... and snore... and snore...

Finally he couldn't take it anymore and kicked him in the stomach. "Wake up you fool I want to leave now!" He yelled.

"Yessir!" Reno said, tail between his legs as he saluted and made his way toward the docks. Vincent followed, feeling awkward being back in blue. He strolled after Reno, making sure to pick up the bag that had his other clothes, not to mention his gun, in it before he left.