EDIT: 11/30/2012 I did some editing to the story. Nothing much if you plan on re-reading these chapters.

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Sora flew through the Data-Stream, and not long after entering, he soon lost all recognition of his world of data. He just thought to go with the flow, as Mickey said. And he would be led to the World Wide Web, a world within a world—it seems.

He noticed many images he passed by, entering the World Wide Web. Most were of people, some were drawings, of course there were videos too. Though, he had no idea about theses moving images and they were like magic to him. He would have to investigate more when he reaches… What was it again? Yert? Or something that sounded similar.

The Data-Stream ended, and Sora was left alone to figure out how exactly he was going to use the Humanoid Program and make himself reality. So, Sora decided to wander around the Data-Verse of the World Wide Web a bit. It was quite interesting, though sometimes he would pass places that he immediately left, or places that were in a language he couldn't understand.

'Enough play, we gotta get out there.' Sora scolded himself, wandering right next to a lion.

"YAH!" He shouted, tumbling onto a blue ground. It was peculiar, he hadn't seen anything like it. There was the lion—though it was a picture and seemed to be not moving. And, there were many other tiny pictures were over the lion. Odd.

Then, he thought he was looking through the Looking Glass. On the other side, it was a house. A small and cozy house, and there was no one around, so it seems. Was this how he was supposed to get into the outside world?

'Um… Humanoid Program that was installed in me. I want to get out there, fight some Heartless… Please…' Sora thought apprehensively, thinking of all the ways he could get out.

Suddenly, his Keyblade came to his hand in a burst of white light. He didn't call it, and it shocked him, making him stumble back. The silver tip glowed in an eerie way it used to do when locking the keyholes, pointing at the outside world. A beam of light shot out, touching an invisible surface. Making light blue ripples in the surface, creating a portal of blue and white.

"Huh." Sora reached out to touch the surface, causing himself to be pulled by the portal into the outside world. It felt strange, and weird being in this world. He knew he was still data, but after looking over himself—he couldn't help but admire how authentic he looked.

Sora wandered through the house aimlessly, noticing a door leading to the outside. The handle began to turn on itself… Luckily Sora was no where near the door. He didn't think anyone would like it if he was found wandering through the house, so Sora did the only logical thing—he dove under the couch. Luckily, it was large enough for him to hide in, but it was still stuffy though.

The door opened with a quiet squeak, and humming could be heard, along with footsteps through the hallway. Woman's shoes appeared into Soras' line of sight. "Hmmhmm…" She hummed a light tune, carrying some bags in one hand and another person, a baby, in another hand.

"There you go Annabelle, don't get into trouble." A woman smiled happily, before going off into another room. The little girl was left to crawl on her own, being put on the ground.

The girl called Annabelle crawled through the living room, stopping at Sora. Who couldn't help but hold his breath, covering his mouth with his hand. Annabelle didn't stop for long, and continued to crawl out of sight, not noticing the young brunet at all.

Now was his chance. Sora wiggled out of his hiding spot, creeping towards the door that had originally meant to exit out of. The woman had her back turned, she had blonde hair and wore a blue shirt and jeans. Though, Sora was more intent on getting out unnoticed than her.

The data opened the door cautiously, throwing the woman another glance. The door was halfway open when it squeaked, making the blonde woman turn around in fear and surprise.

"Who are you?" She asked, picking up the nearest weapon—a spoon.

"Ahh, just a little confused and lost." Sora opened the door more, enough for him to exit.

The lady's eyes softened, and she lowered her weapon. "Did you run away? Are you okay? I can get you help." She interrogated, seemingly genuinely concerned for the young teenager in her house.

"Kind of, yes, and I really don't need it." Sora answered the questions with a small smile. "Don't worry, I'm okay and I didn't do anything. I just want out into the world, to explore."

"It's dangerous though," She admonished, wiggling her spoon like the mother she was. "Trust me, I know what is out there."

"And I do too." Sora played, creeping out backwards.

"And I see what you're doing. I have a friend out there who will stop you, now please, stay. I'm not a teen eating witch." She teased lightly. "My name is Sarah Lennox. The child you saw is my daughter, Annabelle."

"Erm, I'm Sora. I have no second name, it's just Sora."

"Well, Just Sora. Would you like something to eat? I was just making macaroni & cheese." She bribed, knowing no kid would deny macaroni & cheese.

"What's that?" Sora cocked his head, still creeping away.

"Oh, a little something I make for Annabelle all the time." Sarah was genuinely shocked that the boy didn't know what the famous macaroni & cheese was. Maybe he was Asian, but he didn't look Asian.

Sora shook his head, and bolted out the door. He didn't take time to notice the black Topkick truck. It would have been probably a good idea, because the Topkick had been watching him the whole time since Sora had opened the door and came into view of the Topkick's optics.

He screeched his wheels, about to follow as the boy cut across the grass.

"Wait, 'Hide!" Sarah called from the doorway, slowly walking down the path. "Leave him be, as much as I want to know. He is no business to us." She laid a tentative hand on his hood.

"Mrs. Lennox," The Topkick grunted. "I'd like to know why my scanners didn't pick up on him until he reached the door. It's almost as though he's not human."

Mrs. Lennox looked worried slightly. "If you feel he is in need of chasing, then go. I have Bell to take care of."

The Topkick, nicknamed 'Hide slowly backed out of the Lennox driveway, following the path the child had taken.

.:Optimus, something strange just happened at the Lennox household.:. Ironhide contacted his leader, who was currently in Diego Garcia.

.:What is it Ironhide? Are Mrs. Lennox and the Sparkling safe?:.

.:Yes, Optimus. They did have an intruder, but the strange thing was… My sensors' hadn't picked him up until he got to the door. It's as though he doesn't exist. He isn't human.:.

.:Are you in pursuit?:.

.:Somewhat. I can't read him, but he can't of gone far. My optics will pick him up.:.

.:I will inform Major Lennox of your find.:.

.:Do you think it's a 'Con? Or, one of the creatures?:.

.:One, or the other. I am not entirely sure. Optimus Out.:.

Ironhide continued on the road, keeping his optics ablaze. Watching, and waiting for the boy to appear once again.


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