Only a few steps brought Roxas alongside Timon again, and a few more catapulted him ahead of his guardian. A huge smile spread across his face as he ran, and his spiky blond hair bounced strangely with each long stride he took. The buildings seemed to rush past him on either side, only the ice cream stall looming precariously on the horizon was in clear focus to his eyes. He paid no heed now to how far Timon was behind him--for all he knew, the meerkat was right on his heels, ready to overtake him at any moment.

He was completely out of breath when he finally reached the stall, and it was taking a lot of his energy just to stay on his feet. He put a hand against the wall, panting heavily. Something in the back of his mind nagged him that this was familiar, but he wasn't going to worry about it right now. What difference did his past make, when he had Timon and Simba now? And Vyers...kind of...and Naminé? His new family was more important than those faint hints of his old memories.