It's close enough to where the convoy stopped that it takes Sephiroth a while to realize it is a dream. These jaunts are a plague, an ongoing nuisance that stripped bear all the things people would rather keep secret, their nightmares laid at the feet of complete strangers, like himself.

But knowing it's a dream means somewhere here is a person who is of the convoy, part of his territory pride traveling companions, and the surest way out is to wake them up.

The scenery though is terribly distracting. This too is a warzone, isn't it? There's no-one, not even the distorted dream-shades of other people, and so he continues his patient hunt, watching and listening for any signs of what - or more accurately who - he's listening for.

Everyone dies fighting the Krang.

He hadn't encountered the turtle brothers in person yet though he'd seen them around; there's no longer the immediate impulse to deal with the 'sahagin' appropriately for their assumed kind. Finding one here in an impact crater of some kind, battered and wounded and still as the grave, is .. honestly a bit of a surprise.

The SOLDIER picks his way gracefully down the crater's walls, the echo clearer with each step. He doesn't say anything at first, taking a long moment to make sure no nightmare-creature is about to jump out at them and continue this battlefield.

"Is this 'the future'?"