Have you ever suddenly remembered something -- a friend you haven't thought of in years, a trip that meant the world to you, a toy that kept your nightmares at bay as a child?

When those memories come back, don't you feel ashamed? Worried? Scared that anything that important could just...fade? That's the next question... "Why don't they remember?"

If you've tried texting me and I haven't responded, it's not for lack of trying. Some of your numbers won't allow me to text back. Blame your service provider or the forces of Darkness. They're seldom unrelated. Anyway, feel free to message me here.

I want to line the pieces up...yours and mine: jigex.com/bNRNz

Caw!

Uh oh, Darnin's skipping ahead.

To get to the answer I seek, let's start here, at the ending. A communion of hearts, a reunion, a celebration. The great battle was over...but the story had just begun.

All the pieces lie where they fell... jigex.com/xk9cH

The search for Sora turned up many interesting leads...and introduced a conundrum when exploring the past worlds he'd been to. Donald and Goofy had no memory of their time in Deep Jungle...

Message intercepted! Dropoff ETA: Monday. Destination: Project Destati

Ritter park, left before stone bridge, up the hill with the double pipes, root stairs.

It appears that the drop that was placed earlier today was removed. Please hold for further instruction.

CAWNOT believe this. I'm not leaving any more physical items about. Too dangerous.