Sixteen and a few months, Reno, sixteen (as if a year was much difference)!

"Zack," Cloud said, rolling his eyes, and then paused, frowning. That wasn't as clear a statement as it maybe should have been, if this Planet didn't have the problem with the Streamers - and even if it didn't, the Zack that belonged here was still supposed to be dead...

"... the one that belongs here, I mean," then he sighed, and he was pretty sure the Zack he knew would think exactly the same thing anyway, so maybe it didn't matter in specifying.