"I know you will!"
Sora's eyes swelled with tears as she saw Kairi float away on her giant potato with a tree on it. His ears blocked out the blaring noise of: "When you walk away…" or if you are Japanese: "Donna tokidatte…" His heart was crumbling as she disappeared into the darkness like a cookie when you smash it with a hammer. He was filled with immense sadness and anger. The emotion overwhelmed him, as if he was going to go crazy. He was panting as his tears dropped to the icy ground, his tears forever vanished but never forgotten.
Donald approached the despondent boy and attempted to console him. But, as stated above, his skillful ears had already blocked out all sounds and all distractions that would prevent him from thinking about Kairi. When he did allow some noise to penetrate, all he heard was incomprehensible quacks.
He turned his head around affectionately; he knew what Donald was doing even though half the time he could not understand him – at least Donald's mouth was moving. He thanked Donald, who was quite annoyed when Sora interrupted his consolation.
He hung his head low as he approached Goofy.
"What can I do?" he asked softly.
"Garsh, I dunno?"
By this moment in time, the music had already followed Kairi onto her island as she reflected on her happy memories with Sora and Sora did not have to block out any more sounds.
"Goofy," he began. "Why am I always separated?"
"Well, garsh, did you know that Kairi in Japanese means 'separation'?"
He blurted in disbelief: "Then my name must mean "sky" or something?"
"Actually it does, garsh."
"Then in Japanese, wouldn't we be going, 'Sky!' 'Separation!' or something."
"I guess."
Donald began quacking unintelligibly. Goofy was listening intently and nodding in consideration as if given good advice.
"Garsh, why don't you tell Sora?"
Before Donald could turn around and give him a few quacks, he turned around and collapsed to the floor with his body in the snow and his face towards the sun…I mean darkness.
"I wonder what Kairi's doing?" he whispered to himself.
He thought of Kairi holding out her hand to accept a firefly into her hand and the music instantly stopped when it had done so. He imagined the firefly being sucked into her hand as if not by its own free will. If only that suction power worked when her potato was separating her from me.
He thought about what happened intently. In fact, he thought about it so hard that he ended up passing out in the snow.
When he woke up he was in a land filled with joy and sunlight. His friends encircled him and cheered happily as Sora regained consciousness. But when he woke up and looked around at the scenery and the happy twosome, he did not recognize either one.
"Anatatachi wa dare?" Sora inquired in Japanese.
"This game's in English, Sky. Garsh." By now Goofy's incessant "garsh" had already eroded the original representation of astonishment.
"Koko wa…" Sora looked around in confusion. "Zhe li shi na li?"
"Unfortunately, Sora, it is not Chinese either. Garsh." As if he was a Pokemon, he obediently repeated "garsh".
"Where am I?" Sora said finally choosing the right language. "Who are you?"
Donald was panicking as he quacked continuously in anxiety.
"You mean you don't know who we are, garsh."
"No. But you do look annoyingly familiar."
Goofy was silent not even a "garsh".
"And that duck does not have pants…"
Donald became silent also.
Sora was in utter confusion; he did not know where he was or who those two strangers were who were now eying him evilly.
"This dirt, it is so…" Sora scooped up a handful of mud and sniffed it contently. "Dirt-like. And the trees…" He stood up again and smelled the trees. "There so tree-like."
Donald and Goofy were glad to see that their friend was making progress, no matter how hopeless it seems.
Sora just continued to make his wonderful examinations throughout the forest. Suddenly, the forest ended and he saw a large plain of grass swaying lazily in the slight breeze. There was a road cutting right through it and he decided to run, just for the heck of it. He was confused as if cookie-monster had eaten the cookie crumbs that were left from the cookie smashed by the hammer.
"Sora wait up, garsh!" Goofy yelled.
Donald, who was beside Goofy as they both ran, yelled also, but in uninteresting quacks.
And so their new journey begins, a journey of epic proportions and retrieving his lost cookie – I mean memories.
Sora's eyes swelled with tears as she saw Kairi float away on her giant potato with a tree on it. His ears blocked out the blaring noise of: "When you walk away…" or if you are Japanese: "Donna tokidatte…" His heart was crumbling as she disappeared into the darkness like a cookie when you smash it with a hammer. He was filled with immense sadness and anger. The emotion overwhelmed him, as if he was going to go crazy. He was panting as his tears dropped to the icy ground, his tears forever vanished but never forgotten.
Donald approached the despondent boy and attempted to console him. But, as stated above, his skillful ears had already blocked out all sounds and all distractions that would prevent him from thinking about Kairi. When he did allow some noise to penetrate, all he heard was incomprehensible quacks.
He turned his head around affectionately; he knew what Donald was doing even though half the time he could not understand him – at least Donald's mouth was moving. He thanked Donald, who was quite annoyed when Sora interrupted his consolation.
He hung his head low as he approached Goofy.
"What can I do?" he asked softly.
"Garsh, I dunno?"
By this moment in time, the music had already followed Kairi onto her island as she reflected on her happy memories with Sora and Sora did not have to block out any more sounds.
"Goofy," he began. "Why am I always separated?"
"Well, garsh, did you know that Kairi in Japanese means 'separation'?"
He blurted in disbelief: "Then my name must mean "sky" or something?"
"Actually it does, garsh."
"Then in Japanese, wouldn't we be going, 'Sky!' 'Separation!' or something."
"I guess."
Donald began quacking unintelligibly. Goofy was listening intently and nodding in consideration as if given good advice.
"Garsh, why don't you tell Sora?"
Before Donald could turn around and give him a few quacks, he turned around and collapsed to the floor with his body in the snow and his face towards the sun…I mean darkness.
"I wonder what Kairi's doing?" he whispered to himself.
He thought of Kairi holding out her hand to accept a firefly into her hand and the music instantly stopped when it had done so. He imagined the firefly being sucked into her hand as if not by its own free will. If only that suction power worked when her potato was separating her from me.
He thought about what happened intently. In fact, he thought about it so hard that he ended up passing out in the snow.
When he woke up he was in a land filled with joy and sunlight. His friends encircled him and cheered happily as Sora regained consciousness. But when he woke up and looked around at the scenery and the happy twosome, he did not recognize either one.
"Anatatachi wa dare?" Sora inquired in Japanese.
"This game's in English, Sky. Garsh." By now Goofy's incessant "garsh" had already eroded the original representation of astonishment.
"Koko wa…" Sora looked around in confusion. "Zhe li shi na li?"
"Unfortunately, Sora, it is not Chinese either. Garsh." As if he was a Pokemon, he obediently repeated "garsh".
"Where am I?" Sora said finally choosing the right language. "Who are you?"
Donald was panicking as he quacked continuously in anxiety.
"You mean you don't know who we are, garsh."
"No. But you do look annoyingly familiar."
Goofy was silent not even a "garsh".
"And that duck does not have pants…"
Donald became silent also.
Sora was in utter confusion; he did not know where he was or who those two strangers were who were now eying him evilly.
"This dirt, it is so…" Sora scooped up a handful of mud and sniffed it contently. "Dirt-like. And the trees…" He stood up again and smelled the trees. "There so tree-like."
Donald and Goofy were glad to see that their friend was making progress, no matter how hopeless it seems.
Sora just continued to make his wonderful examinations throughout the forest. Suddenly, the forest ended and he saw a large plain of grass swaying lazily in the slight breeze. There was a road cutting right through it and he decided to run, just for the heck of it. He was confused as if cookie-monster had eaten the cookie crumbs that were left from the cookie smashed by the hammer.
"Sora wait up, garsh!" Goofy yelled.
Donald, who was beside Goofy as they both ran, yelled also, but in uninteresting quacks.
And so their new journey begins, a journey of epic proportions and retrieving his lost cookie – I mean memories.