Thank the goddess. I don't think I could go without a fan. [he sighs, relieved.]

Yum, ice water. [he drinks from the glass heavily, happy to cool his parched throat. He turns to Sephiroth.] I'm sure it'll be good juice, dude.

[Zack yawns, placing the glass on the night stand and then stretching.] My stomach isn't hurting as bad right now. I should try and sleep while it isn't hurting.