"I don't know if you can call it torture or not. To me, I think it was."

He seemed to be thinking how to explain it.

"I woke up in a room, I guess you'd call it a typical kid's room. I thought I was a kid on summer holidays that in a week summer would be over. I spent my days playing with three other kids, solving a few puzzles and trying to get to the beach, only we could never leave the town itself." His lips pressed together.

"There were even some kids there to pick on me. It's what I imagine life might actually be like for Hayner, Pence and Olette. None of it was real though. Even my skateboarding skills are programmed into me. They had to give me something to think about because they took all the memories I had. Every night I dreamed of Sora and the things he'd done. It was okay for a few days, but when I met Naminé she told me everything. How I shouldn't exist, how I was going to disappear, to rejoin Sora like I should be. They needed to keep me there until his memories were restored. It's like a puzzle and I was the last piece. Without me, Sora won't wake up. He's been asleep a long time."

He put his hand to his head. Usually people stop him long before now but he pressed on anyway. "Knowing that made it worse. My 'friends' asked me to do things but it was like...when you know something isn't real, there isn't much point is there? I don't know. I had a lot on my mind and my memories of Sora were interrupting me during the day too. Naminé said that it was all part of the process. I was missing chunks of time again and when Axel came for me, when he found me I didn't know him. That didn't hurt me until I did remember him."

Roxas shook his head. "Maybe it doesn't sound like torture. I felt like I was going crazy. On the seventh day, that was it. They were ready for me."