It was the sensation of falling that he felt first. Falling further and deeper into the cold darkness. Yet oddly enough, he only felt at peace. He felt no sadness, anger, or any danger. He had been falling for so long that his fear of the impact below was long gone. Rather, he learned to welcome it by now. The life he lived before was filled will hardship and hopelessness that he never wanted to return. If he had to die then so be it.

His welcomed death never came as he had hoped. When he did reach the ground; gravity took control by lifting him and setting him back on his feet so that he landed gracefully. Curiosity had filled him more than his sheer disappointment. Taking a look below him, he saw that the ground he had landed on was a stain glass looking platform. A boy his age with brown spiky hair laid before him as if sleeping with a peaceful smile. Next to the boy's head was four blue circles that were filled with pictures of a boy with silver locks, a girl with short red hair, a dog, and a duck.

Cautiously, he took a step forward to get a better look at the boy. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself. He did not expect a reply. He had been alone in this dark abyss for so long that he figured he was the only one who resided here. He was lonely and craved human contact at first but after a while, you get used to it.

"Hello"

He stiffed immediately when he heard the voice of another behind him. He was so surprised that he quickly turned around to face the said person, only to fall on his ass. The person was the boy from the picture below him. He looked just like the picture, only he held a goofy smile on his face rather than a peaceful one.

"I'm Sora. What's your name?" the boy asked.

Looking down at his lap, he didn't know how the reply. He had been here for so long that eventually his memories faded away. He could no longer remember his own name. "I don't know" he whispered.

He didn't expect Sora to hear him but the boy did. He must have found his reply quite amusing for Sora burst out laughing at him; causing his cheeks to go red in embarrassment. "You don't know? You sure are strange"

He was about to shout at the boy for insulting him but Sora beat him to it. "You're welcome to stay here until you figure it out if you want."

He thought it over. He had nowhere else to go. It was also rather warm and bright here than being stuck in the cold darkness. Besides, the company could be enjoyable.

He nodded his head when his mind was made up. "Alright. I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Sora only smiled as he raised his arms to rest above his head.

"Sora, sweetie, please wake up."

He tried to open his eyes like the voice kindly asked but whenever he even opened a tiniest bit a blinding light would catch him off guard and he was forced to shut them tightly and groan in discomfort.

"He's waking up! Oh thank god!"

A warm hand settled on his cheek as tears fell on his bare skin. He didn't know the owner of the said voice but whoever it was they had to be important to them for them to cry over him. How come he couldn't recall who this person was? It was really rude of him to forget. Especially since he made them worry so much over him.

Taking it slow, he was able to finally open his eyes and let them adjust to the lighting of the room. The walls were pure white, as were his bed sheets, and the place was littered with what looked like very expensive machines.

To his left, he saw the crying woman. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a braid, her skin held a soft creamy glow, and her green crystal eyes were glistened with tears. As he stared at her, the woman gave him an angelic smile. "Thank god, you're okay." She told him. It was only then that he noticed the death grip she had on his hand.

"Dude, you okay? You're unnaturally quiet." Another voice spoke.

He looked further down to see that the woman was not here alone. Next to her sat a young woman with short black hair. Her clothes were dark and stylish with a giant throwing star on her back. He didn't recognize her either. Not even the faintest memory was coming to him.

"Sora?" the woman from before captured his attention. Her features had changed from relief to worry. "Are you okay?"

He opened his mouth to speak but when he tried, he found himself in a fit of coughs. The woman kindly helped him sit up and offered him water to which he greedily drank. When his throat no longer felt scratchy he tried again. "Um, I'm sorry but… do I know you?"

Neither of the women moved a muscle as they stared at him in what he could only guess was shock before the girl started laughing. "That's not funny Sora. We have been worried sick about you. This isn't the time for jokes."

He could only advert his gaze to his lap unsure how to ask them again. They clearly didn't believe him but he honestly couldn't remember. If only they gave him a hint, maybe the memories would resurface. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

It was quiet for a few moments before he heard the woman stand to whisper something in the girl's ear. There was a sharp intake of breath before the girl suddenly shouted, "You don't serious believe him, do you? Mom, he's playing a joke. A rather unfunny one but a joke. "

There was a few more moments of whispering before the girl huffed and slammed the door behind her when she stomped out. He kept his eyes on his lap the entire time, unwilling to face them.

The woman sat back down in her seat by his side. They sat there in silence, unsure of how to proceed. What did you say when you forgot everything?

"You really don't remember do you, Sora?" she asked gently. He could only shake his head. The woman sighed before giving him the answers he so craved. "My name is Aerith. I'm your mother. The girl who just left was your older sister, Yuffie. You were attacked by the heartless when you were trying to save your friend, Kairi. You've been in the hospital asleep now for three days. We've been so worried about you."

He could only swallow the lump that formed in his throat at the news. That explained the girl's outburst from before. He couldn't blame her for being upset. He'd be upset too if someone had forgotten him. Still, there was just one more thing that was bothering him.

"Mom?" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"My name… is it Sora?"

Aerith never answered him but she didn't need to. Her cries were enough for him to figure it out.