"Remember them? Why would I remember them?" That was right, Xion had said they were both part of that group! Roxas sought for any faint glimmer of who this voice belonged to, even a hint of a memory, but there was nothing there at all. Whoever had his memories, the only thing he knew anymore was about that ice cream, and that had only made things worse.

That sense that he should be scared wasn't subsiding either. It was getting worse, and the fact this guy was sounding annoyed made Roxas's heart start beating faster. The crowd no longer mattered. It was just Roxas and this stranger in the black coat. A stranger who was getting angrier every second the boy was even near him.