"Well, well, look who finally woke up." The quackish, helium-filled voice of Donald filled Sora's ears. Have I really been asleep that long...? he wondered to himself. He stood up and stretched, the chain around his hip rattling a little. He summoned the Keyblade, ready for anything. The giant weapon's silver blade and gold handle gleamed in the sun.

"Hey, when did I fall asleep?" he inquired of his companions.

"About two hours ago. You must've been tired, nothing we did could wake you up." Goofy appeared from the left, holding food. Sora greedily grabbed one of the fruits and took a bite. The slightly sour applesque fruit dripped down his chin, and he was quickly done with it.

"These are good, Goofy, nice find." Sora flashed his trademark grin. Suddenly, a flash of another place filled his mind, a man swinging at his wife, a child upstairs asleep and filled with agony. Pain filled his side, and as he tore off his shirt to examine it, he saw a bruise forming; more frightening, it was getting bigger as he watched it. Another vision of that other world invaded his head; everything went black.

"...ra! Sora!" Waking was excruciating. It felt like the mysterious bruise had grown to cover his whole body. He groaned in pain. He was lying in the gummi ship. Looking out the windows, he gasped, and immediately regretted it; apparently his ribs had been bruised too.

Outside, the Heartless had completely engulfed the ship. "When you passed out, they all started showin' up, and we had to run for it." Goofy looked upset, which seriously worried Sora An overwhelming fatigue began to spread over Sora. His vision blurred, he laid back down. "Sora!" Both Donald and Goofy were there in a second, ready to help.

"I'm okay..." Sora murmured, and he fell comatose.