"I can't wait," Roxas said enthusiastically, without really thinking. Then he paused and fell a step behind the group. Why could he remember what it tasted like, and how much he liked it? He couldn't remember anything else, not even his best friends, but...ice cream was still there? Was it really that important to him? Pictures of him eating it with other people were there in his memory, though their faces were really fuzzy and hard to make out...so much he could barely tell what color hair they had. He knew one of the figures was a little taller, and their hair was maybe...red? And the other one looked like it had a hood on or something, but he really couldn't tell at all.

He blinked when he realized that he'd stopped walking. A few long strides caught him up, but he was still kind of spacey.