Self preservation has never exactly been one of Sara's strong suits. She watches Melanie change with a sort of morbid fascination. It's nothing overtly physical, like she'd expected from Melanie's insistence to be locked away. It's all in her eyes, in the set of her shoulders and jaw. Suddenly, she's not Melanie.

And this isn't like one of Cid's temper tantrums. No matter how angry Cid had gotten, he'd always been Cid. Sara doesn't know Melanie, but she knows that whatever is rushing her right now, it's not the sweet little girl she'd seen through her window.

These thoughts race through Sara's mind just as Melanie crashes into her. For someone so small, she's so strong. Sara hadn't expected that.