The one recurring theme to Bulla's nightmares involved not being strong enough when it really counted. She could train in the Training Center, and she could lift weights, and there was Fight Club, but those things would only get her so far. And they wouldn't help with other things.

It was early, and there were plenty of white, fluffy clouds out in the sky. In short, perfect weather for practicing one of those 'other things' she could do.

Glancing around to make sure that nobody was looking, Bulla flew straight up into the clouds. She flew quite fast until she reached the clouds, not wanting to chance someone seeing her who wasn't supposed to. She blinked when she realized she wasn't alone, after all.

"Oh, hi," she said, offering a greeting with a little wave.