Roxas sniffled a few times and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept well in a while - he was too stuffed up for his head to relax well enough - and he just wanted to get back to the shop and crash upstairs. Roxas probably should have been in bed then but he hated waiting around. When Mr. Cid went to get the medicine and had gone with him, a decision he was beginning to regret. Still, he did feel a little better now that he had gotten the medicine and he'd feel a lot better once he got to sleep.

He noticed Mr. Cid looking around. "What's wrong Mr. Cid-" he began to ask but was cut off.

Mr. Cid pulled him roughly into a nearby shop. "Y'keep your skinny ass in here, y'hear? Don't come out until I tell you to, got it?"

He pushed his head out past Mr. Cid and looked out on to the square. "What's going on, Mr. Cid?" he asked. "What was that?"