It had been a longer trip for Sora, and he'd spent a lot of the time playing around with the journal, constantly checking his message on the message board for any sign of his friends. But there was none, and he had to content himself with trying to figure out who everyone was in this strange world.

First there was Jack, and he knew Jack. But Jack didn't know him, and he wasn't sure what to make of that! It had hurt his feelings, to be honest, but he didn't let it bug him for too long if he could help it. There were other things he needed to be worried about first off.

Like what the heck were the lumens? And the Nobodies? He hadn't heard of either of them before now! Were they affected by the keyblade, too? And in this place where no one had ever seemed to hear about the keyblade, there was one woman who did. And she was taunting him, he was sure of it.

He glanced out the window of the train as it pulled into the station and stretched, his back and neck popping. Great, that had taken forever. This city was amazingly huge, he realized again.

He didn't really have much to go off of from Sylar's pictures on the journal, but he was looking for him as they stepped off the train. "I don't think I like trains," he said to his friends. The hardest part of that ride had been sitting still.

If not for the circumstances, and the other passengers, he'd say that the train ride was almost normal. And that didn't feel right.