"I don't think hotwiring it'll do any good," came the familiar baritone out of the dark hallway. A heartbeat later, Sephiroth emerged from the shadows, walking easily from the direction of the stairwell, sheathing the repaired Masamune as he approached. Holding out one hand, an orb of pure materia flared in his gloved palm, illuminating the corridor a few yards in each direction.

He gave the signs decorating the wall a glance, a single eyebrow and the corner of his mouth quirked, but said nothing, turning back to the First Class, an inquiring look aimed Zack's way over the cheerily glowing ball of energy.

"All of the floors are dark, Zack Fair. It seems to be a...Tower-wide outage of some sort."