Oh, no. No no no. No, she's not ready for this. It's him. It's that boy. The one from all her dreams. The one she turned into at the very end. He looks older, and his clothing is different.

But this is unmistakably Sora.

Xion backs up, the bag she was holding slipping from numb fingers. But she can't get very far - she backs up into the wall of the building behind her and is pinned there by Sora's approach and her sudden, frantic indecision.

"Sora," she breathes, staring at him with huge eyes and something like fear.