
Roxas looks around him as soon as his eyes adjust to the disapating fog, quickly realizing that despite the fact that he's in a train station, it's not the one he recognizes from Twilight Town. For one, the train currently arriving before him isn't the lively colorful one he's watched passing along its track from the clock tower or even the so-called "ghost train" he pursued in the Other Twilight Town. Instead, this one is darker and more mechanical in appearance.
A myriad of questions flash through his mind. How did he get here? He doesn't remember using the Gummi Ship since they got back from Destiny Islands. Did this have something to do with Sora's disappearance? It couldn't be another datascape now that Namine was no longer bound to either the Organization nor DiZ, well, Ansem. So what's going on? And why is carrying a backpack all of the sudden? (He hasn't even noticed the unfamiliar clothes he's wearing yet.)
Frustrated by his lack of answers, he pushes through the departing crowd, which is practically swallowing him given his size and the size of the crowd. He's still not used to making himself heard, having been trained to disappear into the background, be inconspicuous, stay in the shadows. But maybe if he can make it past the throng, he can at least find a sign. Or at least be able to hear himself think.