From the café in First District, all those worlds are little pinpricks of light and the way they blink out is so gentle. But she knows firsthand how cataclysmic it is.

When your world is consumed by the Heartless, you lose more than a home or family or friends. Dreams fizzle out too . She had been going somewhere on that little star, her hopes for the future within reach.

And now she was stuck bussing tables at this dumpy café, listening to others mourn their lives over boozed-up coffee.

Everyone has a past. To forget was for the best.