"You feel better, Naminé?" Kairi asked. "Thy tormentor of thy memories hath finally been vanquished by fair maiden's own hand."

Naminé giggled. "Nice Shakespearean accent. But, I should be asking you that. Going through that type of torture can scar you for life."

Kairi shook her head. "If I get any nightmares, they'll pass. All I have to do is think about Sora."

"You'd rather have Sora doing that to you?" Kairi was about to deny it, but stopped. Her face reddened a little as if the idea weren't completely unappealing. "Your silence is really assuring, Kairi."

"Speaking of Sora..." Kairi began.

FLASH! A flash of memory ran through her mind: Sora with his Keyblade pointed forward. Ice crystals formed at its tip before spreading itself outward as he yelled, "FREEZE!"

"And Blizzaga has been miraculously added to our list of spells," Naminé said with a satisfied tone.

A nagging suspicion was creeping at the back of Kairi's mind. "Kinda convenient, don't you think? Whenever we defeat a certain member, we end up with a spell that relates to them."

"You're complaining?"

Kairi pursed her lips in thought. "No. I mean, we'd be dead right now if it weren't for them. But, how do we know this isn't part of their plan?"

"Why would they be helping us become more powerful?" Naminé asked. "It doesn't make sense."

Kairi nodded slowly. "Yeah, maybe I'm thinking too much."

"Don't worry. It's almost over," Naminé assured her. "Just three left, then we can get the heck out of here."

The girls began heading for the next cove. "Say, Naminé?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think'll happen after we finish them all off?" Kairi rubbed her arm self-consciously. "Do you really think that we can leave so easily?"

Naminé was silent for a moment. "As far as things are concerned, it's best we concentrate on surviving this first. Something tells me these guys aren't going to just stand there and let us run over them."

An uncomfortable pressure began to build in the pit of Kairi's stomach. "I've just realized something."

"What? That something or someone is attacking our heart from the inside?"

Kairi shook her head. "No. It's just that..." Her stomach grumbled annoyingly. "It's been how many hours and I've just realized that there's no bathroom around here." She frowned at the cascades of water surrounding her. "And the waterfalls aren't exactly helping to take my mind off the pressure."

"We could always just go in the waterfall. It's not like anyone else is here."

Kairi took a deep breath. "No, I'm fine." She massaged her stomach. "It'll pass."

Naminé giggled. "Sure it will...at the most inappropriate moment." A vision of Kairi defeating her opponent by passing gas came to mind. "Not really princess-like, is it?"

"Hey, I'm still human, alright? No one's perfect."

They finally stopped in front of their next target. "Narrowing down our possible list of suspects," Naminé pondered, "we're either against Xaldin, Xigbar or Xemnas."

"Well, judging by the fact we know Xemnas' and Xigbar's weapons," Kairi peered closer at the shadowy object that hovered in front of her, "I'm guessing that this overgrown toothpick would be Xaldin's." She reached out to touch it, cuing the bright light to transport her once again. This time, the girls found themselves standing in the middle of a stone bridge. "Where are we now?" she asked.

"For once, I'm as clueless as you are."

Kairi walked up to one of the statues that lined the bridge and gave it a light tap with the toe of her boot. "This place seems pretty dark and dreary." She took a quick glance around and noticed the twilit sky above her. "Nighttime already?"

"I think it's just part of the simulation. Wherever we are must be naturally dark."

"Well, at least there's enough light for me to see in front of me," Kairi said as she held her hands up in front of her. "It'd be pretty frustrating if we had to..." Her voice trailed off as data streams appeared out of nowhere; once again twisting and shaping until finally the form of a tall man with dreadlocks stood before Kairi.

"So, Princess," Xaldin greeted. "You came after all."

"Dude, what's with the hair?" The sides of Kairi's lips twitched as she struggled not to laugh. "Do you and Saix go to the same salon or something?"

"Now, Kairi," Naminé said in a motherly tone. "Don't go and stereotype him as some ghetto wannabe."

"Are you enjoying our little gauntlet so far?" Xaldin asked. "It's not so easy fighting countless battles without rest, is it?" Kairi's face became serious. "Perhaps you should've stayed home instead of trying to play hero."

"I can take care of myself, thank you," Kairi retorted sharply. "Look, why are you guys even doing this? The Organization's already been destroyed!" She swiped her Keyblade in frustration. "What's the whole point of kidnapping me and forcing me to go through this stupid simulation of yours?"

"Are you angry?" Xaldin had an evil grin plastered on his face. "Then feed your anger. Only anger will keep you strong."

But Kairi wasn't falling for it. "Are you guys trying to tick me off? I mean, do you WANT me to shove this Keyblade up your...?"

"That's enough, girl," Naminé interrupted. "You don't want to give him the satisfaction."

"Whatever it is you people are planning, I'll tell you right now..." Kairi went into her ready stance. "...my friends and I will stop you!"

"Really? You mean the friends that abandoned you when you needed them most?"

"Shut up," Kairi growled. "The only reason that they're not here right now is because I asked them not to come for me."

"What exactly are you trying to prove? That you can fight?" Xaldin raised an eyebrow. "Or could it be the reason that you're fighting right now is because you're afraid?"

Kairi let out a cynic giggle. "Afraid of what? A team of terrorists whose sole purpose in life is to get beat up by a bunch of meddling kids?"

"Don't deny your heart. You fight for strength. And you're afraid that once you have enough power, people will fear you." Kairi lowered her Keyblade a few inches. "That's right, I know what you're thinking. 'Once I've obtained enough power to show that I'm just as good as Sora or Riku, will my friends still feel the same way about me?' If you defeat the Organization, all you're proving is how much more dangerous you are than we are."

Kairi stood in silence for a few moments as if she were pondering his words. Suddenly her eyes widened. "Wait a minute! I remember you now! You're that guy that was owned by Belle!"

Xaldin was taken completely off guard by the suddenly random comment. "It was a cheap shot!" he snapped. "If my arms weren't occupied, I would've..."

"Kept gloating?" Kairi finished. "Hey, if Belle had no problem..." She returned her Keyblade back into position. "For all I know, you could be all talk and no fight like Demyx."

Xaldin blinked. "Who?" He twirled a lock of his hair around his finger. "Oh, you mean the one that was beaten up by a couple of chipmunks?" His head drooped in embarrassment. "He brought shame to the Organization."

Kairi snorted. "Why did you let that dork join anyways?"

The Whirlwind Lancer's head snapped up. "We don't need to explain ourselves to you." Miniature wind funnels burst out of thin air, surrounding him as his weapons were summoned. "Another Princess of Heart." He grabbed a lance in each hand while the rest hovered around him. "Where's the fun in this?"

After many hours of being chased around the reception hall, Stitch had finally eaten enough to take a quick nap. The room looked like a giant weed whacker had been unleashed. Chicken Little and Mushu were sitting against a pillar catching their breath from their recent game of "Catch the Experiment."

"How much sugar does that little panda eat, anyways?" Mushu complained. "I've been a guardian dragon for a long time, but I've never seen something with so much energy before!"

Chicken Little waved his hand dismissively. "It could be worse," he huffed. He pointed toward the kitchens. "He could've raided the fridges as well."

The dragon nodded in agreement. "So true, so true."

At that moment, the doors banged open, snapping all of the summons out of their stupor. Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew had somehow made their way back to the reception hall.

"Wait a..." Aladdin looks around in confusion. "What are we doing here, Sparrow?"

Instead of answering, the Captain stared at his compass intently. After muttering to himself for a few seconds, he took three great strides toward the ice chest. Then with a flourish, he tossed the lid open, stuck his arm in and whipped out a glass bottle. "Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"What's that?" Mulan asked.

"Rum!" Jack replied happily. He popped off the cork with his teeth and raised the bottle to his lips.

"JACK!" the group yelled in unison.

Captain Jack lowered the bottle and gave them an innocent look. "What?"

Mulan crossed her arms. "You were supposed to be leading us to the mineshaft!"

"Yeah," Simba added, "That's what the compass was pointing toward, right?"

The Captain shook his head. "No, what I said was that the compass points toward whatever the holder desires." He lifted his bottle again. "And right now, I'm thirsty."

"Mr. Sparrow," Jack Skellington sighed, "we thought you were honestly going to help us."

Captain Jack chuckled. "Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly stupid." Before anyone could ask what he was talking about, Jack took a swig of drink, but immediately splurted it back out. "What is this?" He peered closely at the label. "Butter rum? Who in...why...wha..." he stammered.

"You didn't know?" Chicken Little asked. "We've got a lot of minors here, so there's no alcohol."

Captain Jack swirled his bottle around and reluctantly took another gulp. "Well, I guess it's better than nothing."

While everyone was grumbling about how Jack Sparrow wasted their time, Mulan ran up to her guardian dragon. "Mushu!"

"Hey! There's my Hunny-bun kicking princess!" Mushu leapt up onto her shoulder and gave her a quick hug. "So what's up?"

"We might need your help." Mushu's ears perked up at that. But before he could say anything else...

"Oh!" Queen Minnie and Lady Daisy ran in to see what all the commotion was about. "Is everyone all right?"

"We were just about to meet the others, your Majesty," Aladdin reassured her. With the help of Mulan and Jack Skellington, he recounted the current situation and plan of action they were about to partake. That's when Genie came rushing up excitedly.

"Do you need me, Al?" Genie flexed his muscles. "Just say the word and I'll be there to show those bad guys what phenomenal cosmic powers can do!"

Aladdin gave him a wry smile. "Thanks, Genie. But, we need you to keep guard of the others for the time being." Genie's cheery expression drooped. "However..." The blue prankster's head snapped back up. "When we finally do need you, I'll just use the Lamp Charm." Aladdin pulled out the glittering piece of metal that Sora once possessed.

"Alright, Al. But do it soon!" He let out a huge sigh. "It gets boring after awhile sitting around. Kinda feels like being trapped in that lamp again."

"Actually..." The Pumpkin King scratched his skull with a bony finger. "There is one thing you could do for us."

"Name it!"

"Could you conjure up a map to the mineshaft?" Jack Skellington jerked his thumb at Jack Sparrow who was sucking his bottle dry. "I don't think we can trust Mr. Sparrow's compass anymore."

The Captain popped the butter rum out of his mouth. "That's CAPTAIN!" he roared. "And where's your spirit of adventure?"

Mulan rolled her eyes. "It ran away with your sense of direction."