"I've been thinking about it a lot. Namine said the same thing. Roxas... you have a heart, don't you? Whereas me and Namine... We don't really have hearts, do we?"
"I... I don't know, either. But the heart's not something you can see. I've started to wonder if it's something you can't feel, either..."

Roxas awoke. He immediately looked around and studied his surroundings; he was in a sterile white room and, apparently, tied down to a table. Far away, he could see the sky out of a window, but he wasn't sure he wanted to: the sky was dark and cloud, with weird rips in it that would appear for only a second, then disappear, and leave the observer wondering if he only imagined it. Roxas tilted his head back and looked. He could see two figures in white robes conversing, but he wasn't sure who, or what, they were. Roxas returned the to present problem: getting out of the bed. He struggled and flexed his arms as quickly and powerfully as he could, but he only succeeded in tiring himself out. He breathed deeply to calm himself down, then started to think of other plans. He ran many ideas through his head, but none of them seemed to have a chance of allowing him to escape. He sighed sadly. Soon, the two figures finished their conversing and silently walked to the table where Roxas lay bound. "My, dear boy. Don't kill yourself trying to escape from this place. We're not hurting you, we're just . . . experimenting." Roxas stared at the figure with pure hate . . . and then another figure came into view -- it was King Mickey. Roxas stared in surprise as Mickey untied the leather straps that bound Roxas.

"King Mickey . . . . . why did you kidnap me?" Roxas inquired.

"Roxas, we need to figure out how to destroy Organization XIII again, but Sora has been kidnapped. We need you to destroy them for us . . . before they destroy the worlds again."

Then, the third figure spoke again. His voice was laced with nonchalance in a slight cold manner. "King, we cannot have the help running around telling everybody our plans."

The King sighed. "No, we can trust Roxas. He is Sora, after all."

Roxas' eyes softened. "Yeah . . . . I'll do it . . . . but what will become of Axel and Namine? They're with Organization XIII too, now . . . . "

Mickey's eyes were downcast with sorrow. "I'm sorry, but if they're with the Organization, we'll have to destroy them."

Roxas sighed sadly. "Yeah . . . I figured. So how are we going to beat the Organization, then?"

"We'll have to beat them to their targets! Now, we can only guess who they'll come after each time, but we have a pretty good idea. They'll be sending one group of two people after each target; Axel and Xurik, and Jaxuk and Daxizan. We'll need two people, but I'll be helping you. Now, since they recognize you and will try to take you back, we have to disguise you . . . but that's easy. Just wear this mask," Mickey said, and handed Roxas a white mask with yellow-orange stripes, "and they won't recognize you. Come directly back to here when you're finished -- the gummy ship is programmed on auto-pilot to come here, so just flip the auto-pilot switch."

Mickey and the other figure walked out of the room. "Oh, and be safe. We'll miss you if you die."

Roxas sat up and rubbed his wrists, then walked slowly to the door, thinking about Namine and Axel.