A/N: Now it's time to meet some familiar faces. The chapter title is named after a Pink Floyd song.

Dementia

Chapter 7: Welcome to the Machine

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream.

Pink Floyd

Riku murmured quietly as he awoke, his eyes flickering open. He looked around, slowly remembering his surroundings, and glanced at Sora's empty bed.

Wait a minute. Empty?

Riku jumped to his feet and bolted out of the room, searching for his best friend. Kairi's room was empty. Riku's room was empty. The bathroom was empty. Where the hell was Sora? Riku's senses perked up when he heard a slight clatter coming from the kitchen, so he bolted down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen in time to see Sora with his back to Riku, holding a long knife up. Riku froze. It was happening again. Sora was going to commit suicide! Riku panicked.

"Sora, put the knife down," he whispered, holding his hands up carefully. Sora looked over his shoulder at Riku.

"Why? Jealous?" he said with a smile. Riku's breathing increased. He was scared now.

"Just put… the knife… down." He took a step towards the brunette. Sora's playful smile slowly melted into confusion when he recognized the look of terror on Riku's face.

"What's wrong?" He turned around to face Riku completely, still holding the large knife.

"Nothing's wrong!" Riku quickly reassured, his eyes flickering back and forth between the sharp blade and Sora's face. "Just give me the knife. Everything's going to be okay." He took another step towards the deranged young man.

"I don't understand…" Sora whispered. "Why do you want the knife?"

"I'm just trying to protect you…" Riku explained. He was only about a foot away from Sora now. He could lunge forward to grab the knife out of Sora's hand, but he was worried that someone would get hurt in the struggle. Sora looked at the knife and back to Riku. And a light went on in his head.

"Oh! Oh no! I'm not-" Sora burst out laughing. "I'm not suicidal! I was making a sandwich!" He sidestepped to show what was on the cutting board – a sliced tomato and some cheese. "I'm sorry, Riku! I didn't mean to scare you! I'm fine!" Riku looked at the cutting board, then the knife, and then at Sora. A smile cracked on his face. He blinked a few times.

"I feel stupid…" he grumbled. Sora continued giggling, putting the knife on the counter and wiping his hands on the nearby towel.

"It's just that I was feeling really hungry this morning and now that I have a way to eat without getting delusional, I wanted to make my own meal. I thought you were being jealous because normally you make all the meals." Riku found himself taking deep steady breaths to regain his composure. He was glad this was just a misunderstanding. Then it occurred to him that he should have more faith in his friend's will to live. Sora wasn't the kind of person who'd commit suicide. Then again, he wasn't the kind of person to wake from a nightmare, stab someone, and go insane, but he certainly proved that theory wrong.

"Sorry," Riku muttered as he turned to leave the room. He felt a little ashamed that he'd ever think Sora capable of taking his own life, but Sora didn't seem the least bit offended. In fact, the brunette seemed to find the whole situation amusing.

OOOoooOOO

As the days wore on, even though Sora was eating more, his strength didn't seem to be returning. He noticed a slight change in his exhaustion. It was sort of a drowsy stupor, as if he had gotten far too much sleep, but when he would lie down to sleep, he would be restless unless he took his pills. And that was where his problem lay, he realized. The pills were leaving him somnolent all day long and he couldn't sleep anymore without them. He wasn't sure if this was any better than before. He had to admit, his hallucinations were down and he hadn't had a single nightmare since he started taking the pills, but he wondered what kind of life he'd be leading if he was as unenergetic and lethargic as he was now, depending on his sleeping pills like a drug-abuser. He just didn't feel right. He was the boy who had unlimited energy to do anything he put his mind to, but with this medication, he just wasn't the same.

It was nearly a week after Sora started taking the prescription and his condition was fluctuating. His mind was made up. He wanted to stop taking the medicine and face up to his inner demons by himself. But it was hard to go off the pills with Riku watching his every move and monitoring his pill intake to ensure no deliberate or accidental overdose occurred.

The evening of his final decision, before he went to bed, Riku checked up on him, as usual.

"So here's your spoon full of sugar," Riku said with a grin, passing Sora a cup of water. In actuality, they had given up on the concoction of water, sugar, and ground-up pills. Instead, Riku would simply break the pill in half and get Sora to swallow the pieces separately. Sora place the first half the pill in his mouth and maneuvered it so it was lodged between his wisdom tooth and cheek. He swallowed a sip of water for show and opened his mouth so Riku could see he 'swallowed' the pill as well. He repeated these actions with the second half of the pill. Once Riku was satisfied, he bade Sora a good night and left the room. As soon as the door made a click, Sora spat the pills halves out into his hand and tossed them into the garbage. He washed his mouth out to get rid of the odd taste the pills left behind and settled back into bed.

Without the pills, however, he didn't sleep that night. He simply lay in bed wondering what he'd do when the effects of the pills wore off and the nightmares returned. For the next two nights, it was the same deal. He was determined to face these terrors. He just needed to get a grip. He was a Keyblade Master. He had faced countless monsters and plenty of darkness. A few nightmares should be nothing. He told himself this confidently, but when he dozed off on the third night, he wasn't so confident then.

He was on the islet of Destiny Island where he used to play as a kid. It was the island where his adventure in other worlds began. Everything seemed sort of hazy and unclear. He was standing on the beach, looking out across the water. Someone was stand in the water with their back to him. There was a glimmer of red hair and pink fabric.

It was Kairi!

Sora gasped. She looked… fine. She wasn't bleeding or dead-looking. She looked fine. Better than fine! She looked beautiful. Sora took a step towards her. She turned to look at him and smiled her shy but playful smile. How Sora missed that smile of hers. He wanted to reach out and take her hand, speak with her a while, let himself believe that everything was going to be okay.

His third step into the water sent him lurching forward. The sand beneath his feet had vanished, replaced by a chasm that sent him tripping forward beneath the waves, unable to regain his footing. Kairi reached out to him as he sank. He saw her expression of disappointment and sadness, but she made no further attempt to save him. He sank further and further beyond her reach. It was just like the down by the pier when he nearly drowned. His lungs demanded air, but he simply couldn't accommodate.

Sora fell faster and faster into the abyss, quickly losing sight of the surface. He was dully reminded of the dream he had a long time ago that was similar to this experience. And just like his previous dream, he fell towards a stain glass platform, but the image on the stain glass wasn't of any of the Princesses of Heart from the other worlds, it was the Princess of Heart from his world. His Kairi.

The platform featured a stylized drawing of Kairi sitting on a tree trunk, reaching forward to a paopu fruit. She was framed by smaller images of people she knew, such as Riku, Sora, and the other Destiny Island kids. Beside her was the Oathkeeper, almost standing on guard as her protector. Sora floated above this platform, taking in the view. He noticed a flicker of movement. The Oathkeeper moved. It turned and its pointed edge was facing the unmoving image of Kairi. Sora cried out as it moved forward and impaled the stain glass Kairi.

The invisible force that had been holding Sora in place released him and let him fall onto the platform in a loud splash. Sora looked around. He had landed in a pool of crimson blood that covered the entire platform now. He tried to stand, but the solid ground beneath his feet seem to melt away and he began plummeting into the thick blood. He struggled and just as his head was about to sink below the surface, a hand grabbed his own and pulled him to his feet. The ground solidified once again, giving him something to stand on. Sora looked up and half expected his rescuer to be Riku, but he was mildly surprised to see Roxas. They stood there, staring at one another for a few seconds before Roxas backed up.

Sora had enough sense to say, "Uh, thanks. For saving me."

"Don't thank me yet," Roxas replied coldly. "I didn't save you out of the kindness of my nonexistent heart." He threw his arm to the side and summoned the Oblivion Keyblade. Sora was startled and backed away slightly. What was Roxas playing at? "I saved you so I could have the pleasure of killing you myself. Not that a Nobody could feel pleasure."

Before Sora had much time to react, Roxas lunged at him with his Keyblade drawn. Sora managed to dodge at the last second and instinctively summoned his own Keyblade, the Oathkeeper. He was almost afraid to look at it, however, because he knew it'd still be stained with blood.

"Go ahead, look at it!" Roxas shouted. "Look at your mess!" Sora chanced a glimpse at his Keyblade. Just as he feared, it still had red blotches all across it. He flinched and nearly tossed it aside if he weren't still aware of the angry Other trying to kill him.

Roxas jumped into the air and aimed his Oblivion's edge at Sora. The brunette rolled away and lifted the Oathkeeper to defend against Roxas' next attack. He swiped continuously at Sora viciously, but Sora shielded the blows with his Oathkeeper. Roxas kicked him in the chest and did a reversal, getting behind Sora and kicked him in back. Sora stumbled but spun around in time to stop the Oblivion from stabbing him.

"You're crazy!" Sora shouted.

"Aren't we both?" Roxas replied coolly. The two locked Keyblades, Sora getting pushed back while Roxas angrily put his weight into it. Sora dropped to one knee, grabbed Roxas' ankle and threw him across the platform.

Once he caught his breath, Sora yelled, "Why are you trying to kill me?" Roxas struggled to his feet, his glare cold as ice.

"Isn't it obvious?" he drawled. "You're a murderer!"

"I told you, it was an accident!"

"And I told YOU that Kairi wasn't the only you killed!" Sora shook his head. He was getting more confused by the minute.

"Who else did I kill?"

"You really aren't that bright, are you?" Roxas insulted. He readied himself for another attack. "You killed Naminé. Kairi may have been your love, but Naminé was mine. And you killed her, you bastard! Now you're going to pay!" Without another word, he rushed at Sora. The brunette prepared himself, but at the last second, Roxas vanished. Sora spun around, searching for the blonde. No way it was that easy.

Suddenly, he felt a presence right behind him, but before he had a chance to turn around, Roxas knocked the Oathkeeper out of his hands and sent Sora crashing into the ground. Roxas kicked the Oathkeeper off the platform, learning from his mistake last time he fought Sora. He pointed the Oblivion at Sora's throat.

"So now you know the truth," the blond mumbled. "Die with it." He rapidly slashed the sharp edge across Sora's throat.

Sora sat up in bed, silently screaming in pain. He looked around, holding his throat. He was back in his room. Sora was filled with leftover adrenaline and winced, his neck burning with agony. He rushed to the bathroom, hoping it wasn't too late to stop the bleeding. As he passed the bathroom mirror on his way to grab towels, he noticed something. His neck wasn't bleeding. It wasn't even red. Sora slowly removed his fingers from his throat. The pain subsided. There were no marks of any kind.

It was all in his head?

Relief washed over him. He had been so worried that Roxas had really slashed his throat. He quickly splashed some cold water on his face to full wake himself up and wash away to remnants of his nightmare. It had been so real… the pain, especially. And the anger radiating off Roxas. It all felt so real…

Sora went downstairs to see Riku awake. The man had finally stopped camping outside Sora's bedroom. Riku smiled a greeting and Sora opened his mouth to say good morning, only…

Nothing came out. Sora gripped his throat. He coughed and cleared it before trying again. He didn't hear a thing. He looked up at Riku. The older man didn't seem to notice his dilemma; he was busy reading the paper. Sora cleared his throat again, starting to panic. That time, Riku looked up and noticed Sora seemed to be saying something, only no sound could be heard from his lips.

"You okay?" he asked the younger man. Sora shook his head frantically. "What's wrong?" Sora pointed at his throat and did a slash motion, then grabbed it and pretended to choke himself. "Infection?" Sora shook his head again, even more frantically than the first time. He was really starting to panic. He looked around the kitchen and grabbed the white board that was on the fridge door.

He wrote quickly, "I can't speak! Nightmare Roxas cut my throat!" Riku read the words and looked up at Sora disbelieving.

"Nightmare Roxas? I thought the pills you were taking were supposed to stop the nightmares!" Sora immediately looked guilty, mentally cursing his stupid slip-up, and shifted on his feet, looking away. Riku became annoyed. "Oh no, you stopped taking them! Why? Goddamn it Sora, this is exactly why you need to keep taking them!" Sora shrugged, feeling quite ashamed. Riku was right, but Sora didn't care about that part right now, all he wanted was an immediate solution to his mute problem. He pointed once again at his throat. "Alright, try humming." Sora did as he was told, but didn't emit any noise, just breathing. "Try yelling!" Sora took a deep breath and exhaled silently. "Whistle?" Sora pursed his lips and breathed. Even whistling was out of the question. "Well I'm out of ideas." Sora grabbed the white board and erased it.

He wrote, "Hospital!"

"What are they supposed to do with you?" Riku asked. "I don't think it's physical." Sora erased the white board.

"I felt pain when I woke. What if Roxas did some damage?"

"It was just a dream!" Sora slammed the white board onto the table, making Riku jump, and pointed stubbornly at it. "Alright, fine, we'll go the hospital!" Truth be told, Riku was just as nervous and scared, but he was better at hiding it.

OOOoooOOO

"Well I'm afraid we can't find anything wrong with him," said a doctor in a white coat. He was adjusting his glasses while reading off the chart in his hands. Next to him was Sora, lying in a hospital bed, and sitting next to the bed was Riku, wearing a look of deep concern.

"How can there be nothing wrong?" Riku demanded. "He can't speak!"

"Sir, we tried every test we could think of," the doctor explained. "We examined his throat, performed x-ray scans, checked his breathing, ultrasound, you name it! And we didn't find a trace of evidence to suggest there's anything physically wrong with him." The doctor glanced at Sora and indicated to Riku to join him outside the hospital room. Once the two were out of Sora's earshot, the doctor said in a hushed voice, "I believe it's all psychological. Your friend in there has a history of mental delusions. This is probably just an extreme take on it." The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses again. "My professional recommendation is that your send him to a psychiatric hospital for analysis." Riku backed up.

"What?" he whispered, unable to believe his ears. "Send him away?" He shook his head. "No, I can't do that."

"Sir, you don't have much of a choice. There isn't much you can do to aid your friend on your own. If you don't seek professional psychiatric help, his mental state will deteriorate beyond facilitation, and then the city will have no choice but to commit him anyway, only it'll be too late to cure him." The doctor paused, allowing Riku some time to take in this information.

"But you don't understand," the silver-haired man whispered, leaning against the wall for support. "He needs me as much as I need him. I can't just send him away to some nuthouse and hope for the best. I promised to protect him."

"You'd be doing him a wonderful favor by doing this," the doctor retaliated gently. "Please consider it. There's only so much strain one human mind can handle. He might already be at his breaking point." Riku sighed and nodded.

"I'll think about it…" He pushed past the doctor and went back into the room with Sora. Taking a seat, he looked Sora in the eye and took his hand. Sora could already tell he was the barer of bad news. "I just spoke to the doctor. He thinks this is all in your head." Sora looked down, his eyes becoming half lidded. "He says… we should send you to a special hospital where they can help you." Sora's eyes shot up. He knew what that meant. "Just hear me out. This place… they have specially trained doctors who can handle this sort of thing! They can help you through this. They can make it all go away." Sora shook his head frenetically. He mouthed the word 'No' repeatedly. "Sora, I can't do this alone anymore. I can't let you fall into the your madness. I won't let you fall. So you have to trust me." Sora's eyes pleaded with Riku. He didn't want to go. He couldn't leave Riku. The older man closed his eyes, unable to look at Sora's miserable expression. "Please let them help you." Sora flopped back into his bed and turned away from the older man. Riku bit back his hurt and stood, knowing that Sora had to accept this course of action on his own. He decided to change the topic slightly. "The doctor said they'll keep you overnight for observation." Sora didn't move. "I'll be back tomorrow to take you home." Still no movement. Riku hesitated. "I'm leaving now…" He sighed when the boy stubbornly remained motionless. Without another word, he turned and left the room. As soon as he was gone, though, Sora regretfully turned around and watched the empty doorway, his eyes reaching out. He settled back into bed and hugged his blanket close. So Riku didn't want him around any longer? Sora sniffed.

Maybe I'm such a handful, he can't stand it anymore.

He really wished he could speak just so he could tell Riku how sorry he was.

OOOoooOOO

The drive back to the flat was even quieter than normal, not counting the fact that one out of two of the occupants was a mute. Riku was still feeling upset about the doctor's recommendation that Sora be sent away and Sora was upset that Riku was even considering it. The tension was definitely thick.

Once back in the flat, Sora attempted to retreat to his room to be alone, but Riku grabbed his arm.

"We need to talk," he stated. Sora gave him a sarcastic smirk as if to say 'We?' Riku mentally kicked himself. "What I mean is, I'll talk, you listen." Sora shook his arm out of Riku's grip and spread his palm as if saying 'Well?' "I still think you should give this special hospital a try. It can't hurt."

Sora silently scoffed, holding his hands up as if he were holding bars and then twirling one finger around his temple.

"It's not a prison for crazy people!" Riku snapped, clearing deciphering Sora's poor sign language. "They can and will help!" Sora's rebellious look dissolved into a defeated one. He pointed at Riku, waved his palm horizontally, pointed at himself, and then over his shoulder. Riku squinted.

"You think I don't want you around anymore?" Sora nodded sullenly. "That's not true! This is the last thing I want! I thought I could help you on my own, but I can't. I'm not cut out to deal with something this…" He searched for a sensitive word to describe the situation. "Big." Lame, he concluded. His choice of words was lame. Sora's expression reflected that much. He snorted. Riku froze at the noise.

Noise?

"Did you just… laugh?" Sora rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, as if to say 'What do you think?' And then it dawned on him the implications of that simple noise. He coughed and hummed. It was dull, but it was there. He brightened considerably, pointed excitedly at his mouth as if to say 'Hear that? Hear it?'

"You see? All in your head," Riku said as he turned to leave the room. "I'm sure you'll be speaking again in no time at all." He stopped at the door to the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "Then getting you to shut up will be the problem." He only had a moment to dodge the pillow being thrown at his head.

In the days that followed, the boy slowly regained his ability to speak. Unfortunately, his wording and sentences didn't make sense. He spoke in riddles and disorganized speech. Riku made up his mind. He was going to send Sora to the Destiny Psychiatric Hospital, even though it killed him inside to do it. Sora's condition was getting worse, not better. The hallucinations were on the rise and he was going back to being reclusive, only because he felt betrayed by Riku. He tried to tell him so one afternoon, but the words in his head came out all wrong.

"Et tu, Brutus?" Sora had said.

"What?" Riku asked, looking up from his book.

"Abandoned on a cliff side, with no time for tea."

Yeah, that didn't go over well. It only further convinced Riku that Sora needed real help. He went ahead and organized all the details and made the appropriate arrangements. The day they were supposed to leave for the hospital, Sora put up a fight, protesting the injustice of it all and trying to convince Riku he wasn't crazy.

After managing to calm him down and get him in the car, they drove up the clinic in an uncomfortably silent drive. They arrived about an hour later at a large manor-like building in a secluded little area outside of town. The front foyer area inside looked less like a hospital and more like a vacation resort's front desk. A kind-looking nurse in blue looked up from her counter and smiled pleasantly at them. Sora noted quietly to himself that all doctors, especially ones of the psychiatric nature, tended to be pleasant looking. He was beginning to suspect it was just an act to lure the patients into a false sense of security.

"This is Sora?" the receptionist asked, indicating the brunette. Riku nodded. "Well if you'll follow me, Sora, I'll show you to your room." Sora looked nervous. He turned to the Riku, hoping that at the last minute, the older man would say it was just a joke and they were going home. But Riku made no such attempt.

"Go with her," he whispered, his melancholy mood coming off in waves. "Look at it this way. This can be considered a vacation! Just… take it easy." He was never good with goodbyes, even temporary ones, but he was making the best effort he could. "I'll see you in a few days when I come to visit." He paused before stepping forward and embracing Sora. "Please get well," he whispered before pulling away and turning to leave.

"Wolf in the rags of wool, the long night awaits," Sora said to his retreating form. "Perhaps… a rainbow?" Riku didn't understand completely, but he figured 'rainbow' meant good.

"Perhaps." And with that, he was out the door. Sora sighed and turned to the waiting nurse.

They walked down the halls of the rather cozy hospital until they reached the wing where the patients stayed. The nurse pointed at a door.

"This is where you'll be staying," she said with a smile. She knocked before entering. Inside was a blonde man with a marking on his face. "Zell, would you like to meet your new roommate?" The blonde man known as Zell looked up from his drawing and smiled at Sora. The nurse explained to Sora, "This is Zell. He's been here for about a year now."

"I don't bite!" Zell laughed. "Unlike some of the other patients here. I'm here because I've got amnesia. So what's your name?"

"Hell-bringer," Sora answered promptly, not missing a beat. Zell didn't even pause to think, he just started laughing.

"That's a great name!"

"His name is Sora," the nurse corrected. "I'll let you two get acquainted." Sora put his bags down on the empty bed on the far end of the room. For the most part, the room resembled a slightly larger college dorm room. There were two beds, two desks, several large dressers, and a closet for clothes and shoes.

"So what are you in for?" asked Zell, getting up from his desk to stretch.

"I see dead people," answered Sora without hesitation. Zell chuckled again.

"Do you?" Sora didn't say anything else, so Zell took command of the conversation. "Well my story isn't quite as interesting as that. I just… woke up one day on the beach with no memory of who I was or where I came from. After I went to a hospital, they sent me here to see if I could get my memories back."

"Luck of the ancients?" Sora asked, meaning to say 'Any luck?' but it came out disorganized. Still, Zell seemed to know what he meant.

"Not yet. Just brief images, like a weird glowing halo thing in the sky. And I know my name is Zell, but that's it."

"Fortune not." Sora unpacked his things into the drawers and closet.

"So what's your story? Really?" Zell tilted his head to the side curiously. Sora looked at the ground a moment.

"Dreams became real. Everywhere, things appeared." He bit his lip trying to maintain proper speech. "When her life ended, mine turned sour. Now Nobody haunts me." Zell cocked an eyebrow.

"I like you. You're fun to hang with." He cuffed Sora on the shoulder and led him out of the room. "Let's grab a bite to eat!"

In the common room area for eating, it resembled something of a cafeteria, except more comfortable. They queued up and walked along the row of trays with food. Sora's stomach flipped and churned. To him, it was like endless rows of decaying corpse bits. He tapped Zell on the shoulder.

"Could you…" he nodded at the food, trying his best not to look at it. Zell didn't have to let him finish - he knew what Sora wanted.

"Fill your plate up? Sure." Zell grabbed two plates and loaded them up with some food. He took the trays and scanned the tables for somewhere to sit. It was early evening, so most of the spots were taken. There was one table that was not, however. The only problem was that the girl sitting at the table alone seemed to be giving off a gloomy aura and Zell didn't particularly like hanging around gloomy people. But since there were no other open spots, he made his way over to the table with Sora in tow.

The two boys took a seat next to the raven-haired woman who was dispassionately stabbing her food while staring drearily out the window. She made no movement to suggest she had acknowledged them. Sora pulled Riku's black bandana from his back pocket and tied it around his eyes. He had gotten for the most part pretty good at feeding himself blindly. His sensitive instincts as a Keyblade Master allowed him to know where his food was, despite not being able to see it. Under his breath, he muttered repeatedly 'mash potatoes' as he took a bite. The woman stole a glance at Sora's odd behavior before quickly averting her eyes and looking outside again. Zell looked between the two occupants at the table.

"I don't like awkward silences," he announced. Sora and the woman looked at him (well, Sora's head moved in the direction of Zell's voice, but he couldn't actually see). "So what's your name?" he asked the woman. Her eyes went cold, despite their warm red color.

"Lulu," she replied.

"Well I'm Zell, and this," he pointed to Sora. "is my eccentric new friend, Sora Hell-bringer." He went to take Lulu's hand in a greeting, but Lulu flinched away. This did not put off Zell. "I'm here for amnesia, he's here for visions, and you…?" Lulu was in no mood to speak to anyone, so she simply rolled up her sleeves and showed them the great long scars on her arms, clearly self-inflicted and meant for fatal harm.

"Clinically depressed," she answered simply and rolled her sleeves back down, turning away from the two. Sora didn't know what quite happened, since he was blindfolded, and Zell shifted slightly, feeling bad that he inadvertently invaded Lulu's personal space. The three ate in silence for the remainder of dinner.

Just before the blonde and brunette finished clearing their spot, Zell turned to Lulu and said, "You should hang out with us." He was an optimist and he believed that even the most depressed of human beings could be cheered up with some company. He may not have liked hanging out gloomy people, but he had a knack for converting them into cheerful people. He wasn't sure how he knew this, but he had a good feeling about Lulu.

He and Sora left the table. Lulu's eyes trailed after them and she returned her gaze back to her mutilated yet untouched food.

OOOoooOOO

A/N: Zell is from FF8 and Lulu is from FF10. I also slipped in a reference to Sixth Sense, the movie that got Sora's voice actor's career off the ground (Haley Joel Osment, for those of you who don't know). Just thought it'd provide some comic relief. A note about the sleeping pills, I know from experience that being on sleeping pills has negative side affects that make patients unwilling to continue taking them, hence why Sora stopped taking his.

I just wanted to make a quick shout out to a newcomer review by the name of Leeness! Thanks for joining us here? bakes everyone some cookies