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Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!

The past few days — wait, was it days or hours? or neither? — have not really been all that kind to Sora.

But dreams have a habit of meandering from one point to the next, of managing to appear significant and impotent at the same time, don't they? As he'd run through the sidelong pathways and skewed buildings of The World That Never Was, Sora'd bumped into too many familiar faces — and the ones he didn't recognize, he thought he should have.

And then, "It has to be him." And then, before he could consider it further, he was shuffled along to much less familiar faces. Or were the two who stood before him in place of his best friends really that unfamiliar?

And then he woke up.

Honestly, Sora hadn't really absorbed much about what he'd been told in the hospital. He's pretty sure he had asked questions, maybe he had shrugged his shoulders and commented on how he needed to make sure his friends were okay. That part he remembers well enough, though now, as he stepped carefully down the street, peering into buildings and glancing around corners and maybe stopping along the way to ask passersby for directions, he really had two things on his mind.

Well, all right, two. The first was the fact that his Dream Eaters were missing, curiously. If this wasn't a dream world, where exactly in relation to home had he awakened?

The other was that he had to find Riku.

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Much like Sora, Naminé was relatively new to New Moore. She had began to explore the place in an effort to get used to the surroundings, but the girl still managed to lose herself every now and then. It was currently one of those cases, and she had stopped to get directions when she spotted him.

While Naminé had spoke to the others about the possibility of Sora arriving soon, admittedly she hadn't been expecting it to happen so quickly after she did. To say that she was happy to see him was an understatement; she was pretty fond of the guy, much like everyone else who met him. She wondered how long he ago did he wake up here before making her way towards him.

She walked right into the middle of his path, pressing the tips of her fingers together as she smiled at him. "Hello again, Sora."

"Naminé? Didn't we just..."

He turned slightly, back toward the hospital, as if looking back at a world he'd long since left behind. He shook his head — No, that wasn't right, either. Sora turned back again, clearly confused, but not unfriendly, if the warm smile on his face was any indication.

"Sorry. I've... kinda lost track of where I am. You are Naminé, right?"

Considering the last time he saw her, she turned into a different girl who looked like Kairi but with black hair, and considering his reaction to that, his question wasn't... too out there. A bit awkward, but not too far out there.

Even without context, she didn't find the question to be that strange considering... well, considering basically everything that had been happening back home. She gave him a quick look over, trying to figure out where exactly he was from timeline-wise. Most likely he was from around the same period as Riku and Ax-- Lea.

"Last time I checked, yes," she replied, still smiling.

There was a lot she wanted to ask him about, but she figured that could wait until later. Sora might not be exactly used to her yet.

The relief that spread over him was almost palpable.

"Okay! Naminé. I'm not normally this confused, I promise." Lies and slander, Sora. Though, to be honest, the majority of the time Sora spent confused wasn't his fault, it was more the fact that information was always withheld from him.

"It's just that the last time I thought I saw you, you turned into someone else, and..." he trailed off, shaking his head. He almost seemed overwhelmed, thinking back to whatever it was he thought he saw back in a dream.

"I'm happy to see you, though. We never really got a chance to talk at all before, did we?"

Her smile flickered to a confused one when he mentioned her turning into a different person, but that quickly faded away once he continued speaking. Naminé is relieved when he said that he was happy to see her; it happened every time someone said it to her.

"I'm sorry about that. I really did want to speak with you, but..."

There really was no time. But now there would be plenty of it while they were here, right? They could talk all they want.

"No, it's okay! It looks like we've got another chance to talk, right?"

He shrugged, as if to express that a conversation didn't have to happen right there and then.

"There's something I really have been meaning to tell you, though."

She looked as if she was about to ask what, but instead she turned to look around. After spotting a bench a little bit away, and it looked secluded enough that not many people would walk by it. Naminé pointed it out it him.

"Want to sit down? It'll be more comfortable."

Without waiting for his answer, she began heading towards it.

"Oh — sure."

Sora followed behind, stretching, holding his hands behind his head. He didn't mind having a seat, now that he thought about it, he could probably use a nap at some point soon.

That, and he was actually a lot more relaxed than he was just a little while ago. He wasn't alone — that was what was most important to him.

After getting settled on the bench, she remained quiet. It was still somewhat surreal to her, being able to do things as normal as this. Whenever the group succeeded in defeating Xehanort, there was a chance that she would be able to live like this on a regular basis. But that was in the future, so the fact that it was happening right now wasn't something she had gotten used to yet. Everyone kept telling her that she could live a normal life, and...

It really didn't hit her until now. Sitting next to Sora and finally being able to talk to him like this.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" she finally asked.

Sora leaned back against the bench, actually quite relieved to be off his feet. It hadn't really felt like he'd had much time to think a lot of things over during the testing.

It was true that he had a lot of questions. For some of them, he wasn't even sure if Naminé was the right person to be asking. There was, however, something he was absolutely certain about.

First things first. "I'd wanted to thank you more than anything, Naminé." He owed her that, didn't he? He'd been owing her that since the first time he woke up in Twilight Town.

She blinked once, twice, like that wasn't what she had expected him to say first. Not that she minded-- Naminé actually looked very happy at his comment. Extremely happy, really.

"You're welcome," she replied. "Although I'm really the one who should be thanking you, Sora."

"Me?" Sora smiled a little at that, and he shrugged somewhat sheepishly, lifting a hand to rub at his hair.

"I dunno... I feel like there's still a lot I haven't been able to do to help everybody out." Those who were still hurting. Naminé He glanced at her, as if to say, he hasn't figured out how to help her. Not yet. The dream worlds were supposed to be a start, weren't they?

"But you're here now, right? Things might be starting to look up."

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