*is quietly approaching the lab for his appointment, dreading Vexen's reaction to his near-consistent tardiness*

*unable to remember whether or not he had an appointment with Vexen this morning, he curls towards the warmth next to him, flopping his face on his pillow and smearing a little drool*

Mnuh...

*and after pleasant, warm dreams, he pulls on a pair of cotton pants to block the cold in the hallway and upon looking at the clock in his bedroom, skips his breakfast and makes his way right to the labs, knocking gently on the door to let Vexen know he's there*

*a baby replica has portaled onto the Islands late at night, and much like Santa Claus, is roof-hopping, trying to remember which one belongs to Ri's "people" (the thought alone makes something that feels like Anger bubble in his gut), before stumbling on one in particular that makes things rather easy*

... Ri?

Or... at least my first day. I can't remember anything before this. He hasn't let me out again this morning. I think I wandered too far. Is there anything outside of this laboratory? Is there light, is there anything soft?

He said my name was Sora, and that I was better than who I used to be. The funny thing is, I can't remember being anyone. But this. I don't know anyone but him. Maybe we're the only two people alive. He says I'm important.

There is a memory. Of someone. He has really long silver hair, and he always takes good care of me in my dreams. I wish I could dream him into life. I'm afraid that when I wake up again tomorrow, I'll forget him. I think he might come to get me. His name is 'Ri' and he's going to come and get me.