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Roxas still wasn't really certain of where he was. All he knew was that the place was called "Moogletown" and he'd been here for...a couple of days at most? Everything had kind of been a blur ever since he'd woken up on the beach. All the details of what happened were a bit fuzzy, but he still remembered everything that had happened before he arrived here vividly...except...how he arrived here in the first place. He never seemed to be able to figure out how he wound up in places. He was always forced into these situations. Roxas really hated having such little control over his life sometimes. But he was a Nobody...what could he do? Roxas sometimes spent large parts of his days sitting out on the beach, primarily during sunset. It reminded him of some of the simpler times. Today was no different, either. There he was, again, as usual, sitting out on the beach, looking into the sun that was just starting to set. There were other people there too. Some passing by, some sitting along other parts of the beach...but Roxas was alone. He felt pretty alone too. He didn't know anyone here, and how was he supposed to introduce himself? "Hello, my name is Roxas and I don't have a Heart?" Yeah, that would be a good topic for conversation. He shook his head and continued to just stare out at the sun. He was going to have to figure out something. And he would...he just...wasn't totally sure what it was going to be yet...