After a rough night of multiple bad dreams, all Trinity wanted to do was get out of the house and into the town. And that was saying something for her since she used to hate being out and about. But once she decided it was finally time to wake up for the day, she jumped out of bed and was quick to get ready.

"Hey guys," she greeted Seifer and the others once she arrived at the Sandlot.

"Hey," Seifer replied. "Could you not sleep well last night? I woke up a couple times to the sound of you…yelping."

"Yelping?" she repeated.

"Shut up. That's the best way I can describe it."

"Yeah, either way, I had a good few bad dreams, so it must've just been from those."

"Well, learn to control it."

The rest of the day played out just like a normal day. The five of them just hung out at the Sandlot and every once in a while Trinity and Seifer would participate against each other in a sparring match. And by the time the end of the day rolled around, she decided she was head over to the clock tower for the first time since she got back. It was almost like something—or maybe even someone—was calling her there.

"I'll see you when I get home, Seifer," she told him. "I'm just gonna stop by the station for a little while."

"Sounds good," he replied.

Before she even got the chance to go anywhere, though, four other kids started walking through the Sandlot. She knew who three of them were: Hayner, Pence, and Olette. But the fourth one… It couldn't be…

"Roxas?" she questioned.

"Why do you sound so surprised to see him today?" Seifer wondered.

"Why are you making it sound like I saw him yesterday?"

"Because you did see him yesterday. And you saw him the day before that. And the day before that. So on and so forth."

She shook her head. "No, not that's possible."

"Look, I know you two can't stand each other, but—"

"Can't stand each other?" she repeated, her eyes wide now. "What do you mean we can't stand each other?"

"What the hell, Trinity? Are you feeling okay?"

"Listen to me, Seifer, and listen carefully. When I was gone for that year—"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on," he stopped her. "When were you gone for a year?"

"You're kidding, right? I literally came back not even two days ago."

"Trinity…you never went anywhere."

"Yes I did! I had that fight with my father and I ran away and I ended up being gone for just about an entire year."

"You were gone for just about an entire day," he corrected her. "Is this what your dreams were about? I mean, were they seriously that realistic?" And he simply chuckled as he walked away, the other three following after him.

Trinity was lost, though; she didn't know what was going on anymore. Roxas was here in Twilight Town. And apparently she hated him and he hated her. And she hadn't been gone for a year, after all. Hell, was it all a dream? No, it couldn't have been. Otherwise Roxas wouldn't be here because he wouldn't even exist.

Then it hit her all at once when she remembered something she had been told a long time ago. Something an illusionist had said about needing to acquire the skill to tell what's real from what's fake. And once she recalled that conversation, she was able to make the realisation…

"This is a setup," Trinity stated, speaking to herself. "And I have a strong feeling I wasn't supposed to figure that out." She shook her head. "Guess that's what I get for being too clever for my own good. Hmm… Might as well play along. I mean, everyone else may have forgotten," she smirked, "but I still got it memorised."