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They didn’t knock to get into the house. And it didn’t matter anyway, cuz it was empty.
The outside wind was making everything creak. The house looked old.
Roxas tried to keep steady on the floor. But XALDIN knew how to fly.
“What IS this place?” Roxas said.
“That’s what we’re here to find out,” said Xaldin. “You know that.”
It was recon.
There was sky outside of the windows. There was nothing but sky.
Roxas thought about falling.
“How come this house is flying in the air?”
“You should try to find out.”
Right. Recon.
Roxas started looking around.
“I don’t see any Heartless anywhere,” he said.
“Yes,” Xaldin said. “This world might not turn out to be useful.”
WAS this the whole world? The house and the sky?
Roxas walked along the boards, to the house’s big bay window.
There was a pair of soft chairs sitting beside it. One that was deep-colored and square, and one that was flowery and curved.
And one of the chairs had a book on it. It was called “My Adventure Book.”
Roxas liked to read sometimes. He picked it up.
It had pictures of people inside it, glued in, all black and white and old. As the pictures got newer, the people got older. A lady and a man.
“Look at this book,” Roxas said.
Xaldin looked down.
“That’s a book of memories,” he said.
“You can put those in a book?”
“No,” Xaldin said. “You can only try.”
“What?”
“The heart is where memories live,” said Xaldin. “The book is just symbolic.”
Roxas felt the paper between his fingers.
He didn’t remember anything from before.
“Who do you think these people were?” he asked and turned a page.
“They lived here,” said Xaldin, “and they were in love.”
Roxas looked up.
“What do you mean, IN love?” he said. “You can be IN love?”
“It’s something that Somebodies do,” Xaldin said. “You wouldn’t understand it.”
“But YOU understand it?”
“Enough questions.”
But Roxas liked asking questions.
He sighed.
The lady and the man kept on smiling.