Sephiroth awoke. The world was unfamiliar... How had he got there? Masamune was in his hand, his clothing was strapped to his body as familiar to him as his skin, but he did not recognise the world around him at all. He had to find someone. Regardless of who they were, he had to find out where he was, and then he could find a way back.
He could hear the sound of... perhaps a child? A mature child, but a small one, nearby. Male... with some sort of magical ability, he retained the knowledge of how to tell that at least. A different sort of magic to what he was used to, though. A sort of exchange. Alchemy, perhaps.
Sephiroth stood, and stumbled towards the voice.