Sora rolled the boulder away, grunting. "Hey! Over here!" he called as Roxas and Naminé walked over.

"Sora, we can do better than that," Roxas protested. "Now I don't think this is fit for a princess."

Naminé, looking at the sun, claimed, "No, no, it's perfect. It just needs a few homey touches." She hurried over to a tree as Sora asked, "Homey touches? Like what?" They heard a crash, and they looked at her as she held a HUGE piece of bark. "A door? Well, gentlemen, I bid thee good night," Naminé said, disappearing inside and slamming the bark in front of the opening.

"Um, you want me to read you a bedtime story? 'Cause I will," Roxas offered.

"I said good night!" she snapped. Sora looked at the doorway, then at the boulder. He smiled and started to move the boulder. "Sora, what are you doing?" Roxas demanded, furious. Sora laughed nervously. "I just-You know-Oh, come on," he defended. "I was just kidding." He walked away, and Roxas shook his head at him.

Later, at night, the fire crackled as Sora and Roxas lay on their backs, stargazing. "And, uh, that one, that's Throwback, the only ogre to ever spit over three wheat fields," Sora told Roxas.

"Right. Yeah," Roxas said uncomfortably. "Hey, can you tell my future from these stars?"

"Well, the stars don't tell the future, Roxas. They tell stories," Sora explained. "Look, there's Bloodnut, the Flatulent. You can guess what he's famous for."

"All right, now I know you're making this up."

"No, look. There he is, and there's the group of hunters running away from his stench," Sora pointed out.

"Aw, that ain't nothin' but a little bunch of dots," Roxas denied.

"You know, Roxas, sometimes things are more than they appear. Hmm?" When Roxas just looked at him, confused, he said, "Forget it."

Roxas sighed, then asked, "Hey, Sora, what are we gonna do when we get our swamp anyway?"

"Huh, our swamp?"

"You know, when we're through rescuing the princess and all that stuff."

"We? Roxas, there's no 'we.' There's no 'our.' There's just me and my swamp. And the first thing I'm gonna do is build a ten-foot wall around my land." Sora turned away.

Roxas stood up, and somberly said, "You cut me deep, Sora. You cut me real deep just now." He smiled, and walked over to him. "And you know what I think? I think this whole wall thing is to keep somebody out."

"No, do ya think?" Sora asked sarcastically, then turned around again.

"Are you hidin' something?" Roxas asked.

"Never mind, Roxas."

"Oh, this is another one of those onion things, isn't it?"

"No, this is one of those drop-it-and-leave-it-alone things."

"Well why don't you want to talk about it?"

"Why do you want to talk about it?"

"Well why you blocking?"

"I'm not blocking."

"Oh, yes, you are."

"Roxas, I'm warning you."

"Who are you trying to keep out? Just tell me that, Sora. Who?"

"Everyone! Okay?" Sora's temper snapped.

"Oh, now we're gettin' somewhere," Roxas said.

"Oh! For the love of Pete!" Neither of then were aware that a green woman had opened her door. Sora stalked away.

"Hey, what's you're problem, Sora? What you got against the whole world, anyway, huh?"

"Look, I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world that seems to have a problem with me," Sora snapped, sitting on the edge of the cliff. "People take one look at me and go, 'Aah! Help! Run! A big, stupid, ugly ogre!'" He sighed, and said sadly, "They judge me before they even know me. That's why I'm better off alone." The woman watched, her blue eyes wide. She closed her door as she realized that she had done that, just differently.

Roxas walked over to him and said, "You know what? When we met, I didn't think you just a big, stupid, ugly ogre." Sora looked at him, and said, "Yeah, I know."

"So, uh, are there any hunkeys up there?"

"Well, there's, um, Gabby, the Small and Annoying."

"Okay, okay, I see it now. The big shiny one, right there. That one there?"

"That's the moon."

"Oh, okay."

Somewhere, far, far away, a curtain rustled in the wind. Pink coated the room, the wedding dress and suit were already made. Elizabeth-Mama Huar- had been turned into a carpet, she didn't really fit the room.

"Again. Show me again," Xemnas ordered Mirror as he lay in bed. The music rewinded, and Xemnas commanded, "Mirror, mirror, show her to me. Show me the princess."

"Hmph," the Mirror groaned, and he disappeared and showed Xemnas the picture of Naminé. The music resumed.

"Ah. Perfect," Xemnas cooed, and he inhaled, looking at the Mirror.