Sam fumbles over her words while her tongue feels like lead in her mouth. "I... uh... My name is Sam."

"I know that," he retorts as he crosses his arms.

She unsure of what to do. She knows she has to tell him something, anything. Especially as she stares at her, expecting a very good answer for what is going on. Sam takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. "I'm from Twilight Town. I... er... used to work at a library. I studied up on everything I could find. The only thing I didn't know about where the Heartless. They were like a myth."

Terra waits, nodding briefly to signal her to go on.

"Heartless is something the older people ramble about. They told me all I could find out. But then there you were, literally falling from the sky." At this, Sam stops for a moment to observe Terra's reaction. He's quiet, quieter than usual, and his arms stay tightly crossed. She honestly doesn't know if she should even keep going. The only thing that calms her is the comforting weight of the Keyblade in her grasp. "I... I just wanted to be like you." Sam waves her free hand, "N-Not you, but your life. The adventure and-"

"That's enough."

She watches as Terra rubs at his face. Everything seems lost to her as she gazes hopefully at him. Her heart hurts to even think he doesn't like her. That he doesn't want anything to do with her now. Sam can only hope that he understands. Because she's barely just begun to understand it herself. "Terra, I-"

"We need to get back to Aqua."

Aqua. That means going back to the Land of Departure – means that he might know what's wrong with her, how this happened. And he might reverse it. She just can't handle not ever being near him again because she likes him, she truly cares about what he thinks. It frightens her to death to think that everything will be gone and she might never get to see him again. Right now she has the power to travel to him if she wants to be near him and she refuses to give that up.

Sam brings her hand up and smashes her palm against the amethyst broach on her hip. The glider flashes into life and a second later she's gone. Before Terra can do anything she's left the world and he can do nothing but stare after her for a moment.

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She doesn't know why she came to Twilight Town off of instinct, but it is home after all. Even still she can't get anywhere other than the train station. Sam lets a sigh slip from her lips as she leans her elbows on her crossed legs. Resting her face on her hands, she tries to calm down.

Sam is beyond happy to be home, to be back in some place that she knows like the back of her hand. But she's stuck sitting against the edge of the stairs, hidden from view, after realizing she has no money whatsoever. If she had thought it out further she would have flown straight to her home. Not that she knows if she can. It's all so new and frustrating still in so many ways.

On top of it, she's upset with the whole situation. Her feelings are twisting around inside of her, begging her to go back and explain things to Terra properly. She knows she can't, she's too afraid to cross that line. Not after he planned to take her back to Aqua. She can only imagine what would have happened. Yet in the same breath she craves for nothing more than to see his comforting smile. After all, she knows she likes him – more than she probably should.

Before any of this happened she hadn't even thought about love. It was something she never paid any attention to whatsoever. Sure, it would cross her mind occasionally before lying down at night. But none of it matters. Everything is different now and all she cares about is Terra and being able to continue this life. She doesn't want to go back. Because here is where she feels like she's supposed to be. Right where the love she found at her feet even if it makes her feel like she's going crazy.

She lifts her head enough to move her arms and draw her knees up. Sam wraps her arms around her legs and rest her head on her knees as tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. More than anything she feels stupid for running and hopes he doesn't feel different about her doing so. Especially since she hates that she didn't stay and think calmly about all of this. Sam scoffs at herself over the sob building in her throat.

If there's any good from this, she's home at least.

"Hey, don't cry."

Sam looks up, surprised that anyone has seen her and even bothers to speak to her. The man before her is tall and even a little lanky. He has crimson hair that spikes down over his shoulders and out of the way of his bright green eyes. She finds it strange that he dons a long, black cloak with a zipper down the middle. It's partially done up to where she can just see the dark beige pants, orange jacket and white shirt beneath it. She watches his hand as it's extended to her.

"I wasn't crying." She states confidently as she gratefully takes his hand and he helps her up. "Thank you."

The man chuckles and reaches for her face only to pull off her glasses with a gentleness that surprises her. He brings up his shirt from under the layers and wipes them off. Only then does she realize they must have fallen and she begins to wipe at her eyes – eliminating all traces of tears. He hands them back, "Now you aren't."

She takes them with a mumbled thank you, one that surely goes unheard. He rubs at the back of his head, "So what's wrong?" Sam looks away from him, uneasy telling a stranger her personal business just like that. Even if he's nice. He chuckles, "Come on, let me help ya."

Her mind is quick to come up with a solution. "It's alright, you've helped enough."

"There has to be some reason why you're sitting outside here. Do you have enough money?" His hands come up to cross over his chest. "I can't just leave a pretty girl out here all alone like that."

She wants to laugh or possibly tell him how weird this all is. But instead she keeps her lips sealed on that matter. Instead she sighs, letting it seem as real as possible. She adjusts the glasses on her face, a good reason to avoid eye contact for the moment. "You've caught me. I'm just a little shy of getting a ride to the other part of town."

He uncrosses his arms and waves a hand. "That's all? Well then, come on." He reaches out and grabs her hand the instant it leaves her glasses. Pulling her into the train station, he only lets go once he's speaking to the older man behind the counter. "One ticket please, to the other side of town." A hand delves into his pocket and he hands the man the money before turning back to Sam with the ticket in hand.

Once again his hand clasps around hers and he leads her to the orange colored train that whistles, signaling it'll be leaving soon. He turns toward her, letting go of her hand in the process, and holds out the ticket. "Here you go."

Sam takes it and clasps it tightly in her hands. She takes a few steps closer to the train before turning back to him. "Why?"

The man laughs and once again gives a wave of his hand. "Well, that's what heroes do right?" He laughs again as the words leave his lips. "Besides, we have to help each other out – right Sam?"

Her eyes widen at the sound of her name on his lips, "How... How do you know my name?"

"Oh that? Ven told me all about you when we met up earlier." He gives a wink, "We come back to enjoy some Sea Salt Ice Cream on top of the clock tower. It's a secret though, so keep it between us." He mulls over that for a moment before adding in, "I mean, you can take someone there if you want. Just be careful. It's a long fall."

Sam shakes her head. She hadn't even thought of the fact that there are other Keyblade Wielders out there that don't stay at the Land of Departure. Or perhaps he's Ventus' pupil... She lets the idea slip away as his hand claps onto her shoulder. "Take it easy alright?" He takes a step back and shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. "The name's Lea. Got it memorized?"

"I do now," she replies with a bit of amusement laced in her words. "Ah, how do I pay you back?"

Lea waves her off and pivots on his heel, intending to leave. "Don't worry about it."

She takes a step back onto the train beyond the doors, "Thank you!" But he's already moving away from her without another word. The doors slide shut and she takes another step back. The seats are all empty and she's more than happy about it. The stores have yet to close, therefore no one is on their way home just yet. She takes a seat and slumps against it, staring out the window across from her.

It's strange that another Keyblade Wielder comes to Twilight Town just in time to notice her. Part of her almost wants to speculate but there's no way Terra could have gotten back to the Land of Departure, summoned Lea and sent him off. Especially since he could simply come himself. Unless he doesn't want to see her.

She knows she has to go back sometime. For right now, however, she simply wants to go home and sleep in her own bed. Surely no one has touched her residence nor decided that there's anything fishy going on. She did go unseen by her handful of friends for quite a few days at a time. Not that she'll have any clothes to wear to bed, but that she realizes she can deal with when the time comes.

Eyes locking onto the blue sky outside the window, she can't help but think of Terra. She's not particularly sure when her heart started to betray her. In all honesty, she wants to assume it was during their very first meeting when he found himself a place in her mind and heart. But now that she's like this and has been able to spend so much time with him – get to know him – she's sad that she's chosen to be away from him. She's afraid she's lost his trust, because that is harder to gain back than anything else.

Sam sighs just as the train comes to a stop. The doors open as the whistle blows and she hurries to get off. Her hair sways about her as a breeze passes by. It's comfortable on her skin and she's happy she decided to come back here regardless of everything else. She walks off the platform and down the steps, eager to get closer to home. Despite the sky beginning to turn several shades of pink and orange after the lengthy train ride, there's still quite a few residents out and about.

As she strides through the street she notices the strange glances they send her. She knows why, of course, and it's because they don't know her. Even though she feels so familiar around them, they feel the opposite to her. They don't approach her and yet she has no problems with that. After all, nothing is different in that respect. To save them both the looks, she turns down an alley that will take her home faster.