The scenery they passed on the way to Timon's apartment kept Roxas' eyes wide in wonder. The boy felt lost, surrounded on all sides by sparkling plant life, buildings that rose up toward a domed ceiling that felt like a sky, and the bustling traffic across cobblestone paved roads. He couldn't stop looking up at the myriad ironwork balconies and toward the rooftops, everything seemed to draw his attention toward that fake sky. It was impressive...to say the least.

He didn't speak as he walked behind the girls, though. There was too much to ask them, and he wasn't sure he'd like the answers anyway. He didn't know himself right now...that was obvious enough, from how they both acted. And...from how they both sounded...it might be better if he stayed that way for a while. He shouldn't have lost his memories at all, from how they were talking....but that didn't change the fact they were gone.

The boy tried to keep his footsteps quiet as he walked into the apartment after Xion.