Xion Does not Want to Go Back

Cold. That was what Xion felt as he let himself drown in the water.

Was it even water? Where did it come from? Xion did not know, nor did he care to find out.

As long as it kept those hands away from him, it was fine. Those haunting voices seemed to be distant now.

Xion could not hear them. He could not feel them.

It's nice… I should just stay here, Xion mused hazily.

A sense of peace, cold yet oddly soothing, wrapped around him like a cocoon.

"Child, this is not a place to sleep."

A soft voice filled with a sweet smile made his ears itch. Xion blinked as he felt a sudden tap on his forehead.

He slowly sat up, half confused; half baffled by what he saw. He was lounging on the sofa floating in the air.