Naminé had been carefully re-sorting most of her older drawings and filing them away into one of the boxes by the shelf. Some of them are quite old, many being light and messy sketches -- gesture drawings, really -- hardly worth to keep. But Naminé found it hard to throw anything away.

The sound of something heavy thunking somewhere inside her room startles her from her task. She whirls around to find a boy -- her boy -- on the ground looking a little unkempt but endearing nonetheless.

"Riku? What are you doing here?" she asks a little amusedly.