It was evening by the time Zexion returned to his room, taking Mortimer with him. It had been a long day, what with gaining a son and everything, and he needed sleep. Upon entering, he cast an eye over it, inspecting the work the Dusks had done. Satisfied, he undressed Mortimer and helped him put on his new spider silk pyjamas. As he undressed and got ready for bed, his eyes fell upon Mortimer, currently fast asleep in his new crib. His thoughts turned back to the day's events.

After Xemnas had decided that Mortimer could stay, Zexion had decided to go out and buy some of the things that they would need. As such, he had left Mortimer in Luxord's care, as the little boy seemed to like him, and departed for Halloween Town. Contrary to popular belief, the citizens of Halloween Town do have children, and given the Schemer's personal tastes, it seemed the ideal place to shop for one. Plus, they were having a sale owing to it being Halloween that day. As a result, Mortimer's crib appeared to have been fashioned from the ribcage of some long-dead animal. His rattle consisted of a femur attached to the bottom of a miniature skull with teeth within it. His mobile was a swarm of bats, which played 'This is Halloween' when it was wound up. He also bought him a stuffed Wight Knight toy.

After perusing the small selection of clothes on offer, Zexion had decided to get some custom made. So he had gone back to the castle to retrieve the necessary measurements, and then he had set out again, this time for the Land of the Dead and the Black Widow seamstresses. After presenting them with the necessary designs, they had presented him with a copy of The Skull to peruse while he waited. There was a picture of a blue woman and a young man on the cover, accompanied by the headline 'BRIDE MARRIES BREATHER!' He spent the next hour in a fairly pleasant manner, doing the crossword (in record time of course), and playing around with the Wight Knight he had bought. He was just making it dance when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and noticed the spider sitting there.

"We're finished." She said, jerking a leg towards a pile of neatly folded clothes. "There should be enough there to last you a few months. They won't break, as they are woven of the finest gossamer, and should stretch as their wearer grows. What do you want them for? If you don't mind my asking that is?"

Zexion grinned. He had been itching to tell somebody all day.

"I have a son."

The Widow squealed (Well, about as much as a spider could anyway).

"A son? Really? What's his name?"

"Mortimer. Mortimer Shade."

Zexion thanked the spiders, and paid for his purchases. He opened a corridor, and returned to the castle. After handing the crib to the nearest Dusk, with instructions to set it up next to his bed, he set out in search of Luxord and by extension, Mortimer. This took quite some time, owing mainly to the sheer size of the castle, but he eventually found them in the Grey Area. Luxord was sitting on one of the armchairs, a cup of tea in hand, and Mortimer was playing on the floor with some paper. He appeared to be dressed in one of Luxord's old T-shirts, which while being far too big for him, at least kept him covered. The boys amethyst eyes lit up when he saw Zexion approaching, and he stretched his small arms out for a hug. Though nobody noticed, the paper twitched. Zexion lifted the baby into his arms and smiled. Mortimer laughed softly, and grabbed a handful of steel blue hair. The Schemer chuckled, and ruffled a tuft of black.

"I missed you too," he said.

Setting Mortimer back on the floor, he took a seat opposite Luxord. "How was he?"

The Gambler took a sip of tea and smiled. "He was as good as gold. What did you buy?"

Grinning, Zexion emptied the bag. He handed the bone rattle to Mortimer, who after shaking it a few times, immediately popped it in his mouth. Luxord looked at him warily for a moment, and said "Is that sanitary?"

Zexion thought for a moment, and then nodded. "It should be. It's been sterilised, and I had it enchanted to repel dust and grime, as well as make it unbreakable." Taking the Wight Knight out of the bag, he set it down on the floor. Upon seeing this, Mortimer immediately threw the rattle to the side and embraced the Heartless plushie, sighing contentedly. Luxord chuckled, and said, "Bit morbid, isn't he?"

Zexion smiled and said, "Takes after his dad." The two Nobodies laughed at this, and continued to watch Mortimer's antics for the rest of the afternoon.