After my father's assistant left our house, my father went over to my mother. They began to talk back and forth quietly, just in case I overheard them. I went to a corner and sat down, hugging my legs to my chest. I nodded off after about 10 minutes.
~I wake up in a field, my sight blurred from the exposure of the sun. I stand up and dust myself off, then begin to walk forward. I stop, beginning to hear a faint noise. A yelling. A screaming. Then a laughing. I continued to stand there as quietly as possible. Then, after about a minute of standing there, I hear more noises. First, the sound of weapons crashing together. Then voices. I concentrated deeply on the voices. I collapse~
I wake up in a silent laboratory with no light but those from the machines. I stand up and yawn, stretching my legs and arms, popping my joints. I make my way to the bookshelf that towered above the operating table, pull up a chair, and stand in it, starting to climb to the top. As I reached the top, I threw my right paw up there, feeling around for my keyblade.