Timon had asked himself the exact same question when he was so rudely awaken by Vyers that morning. If he had known this was what Riku had been referring to when he said four in the morning he would have easily argued against it. What an absurd time for anyone to wake up! Why on Earth had Riku chosen to lead their little expedition so early in the morning? Wouldn’t they need to be alert in this new world? At this hour everyone was surely too disorientated to touch their own toes, never mind fend off the possible Heartless that awaited them. Clearly the teen hadn’t properly thought this over.

The meerkat groaned, refusing to leave the comfort of Laharl’s old bed when Vyers proceeded to try and force him out of bed. He clung to the bed sheets, pulling them right off the bed when the demon attempted to remove him from it. Once Vyers had successfully managed to separate him from the bed he seemed to place him somewhere Timon found surprisingly comfortable. It was quiet, dark – although everything was with his eyes closed – and provided him with more than enough room to spread out and slip back into his slumber. He continued to rest in the mysterious space until he awoke on his own accord where he then proceeded to explore the item filled space.

“Ugh, gross!” Cried a voice from what appeared to be thin air around Vyers. “This gums already been chewed!”