[h3]Mac[/h3]

Mac hated being outside. On the contrary he quite enjoyed the occasional midnight stroll through the city streets of London. But this wasn’t London, nor was it night time. Instead the twilight hour provided just enough light to see clearly but just dark enough to produce the occasional chilly wind.

On the plus side, at least I’m not getting stared at as much here than at home. Mac thought to himself as he stomped further up the hill. Must have some real weirdos coming through here then if I don’t stick out that much. Maybe some sort of dog or duck-man or something.

Of all the places in this “Twilight Town” Mac enjoyed the Train Station the most and it was there he was headed. The station had everything if you wanted some time to yourself. It had a view of the trams trundling away, the sun forever sitting on the horizon, some really odd but nice ice lollies and finally a clock as some way of keeping track of time.
But even as he stomped the last few steps of the hill Mac knew that what he was about to find upon the balcony was not going to a relaxing hour or so; an energy seemed to permeate him churning his stomach up into excited knots and twists.

As per his expectation the scene that met Mac as he rounded the corner was one that was as surprising as it was terrifying. Not only were there those Heartless things jittering about the place but also some guy with two odd looking weapons in each heand. If Mac still had eyebrows they would’ve taken off from spotting another person standing on the side of the clock tower. Just standing there. Horizontal. On the side of the clock tower.

There was a hesitant pause. With the Heartless jittering cautiously on the spot Mac saw that their attention was focussed squarely on the guy with the weapons. A weight both very new and familiar fell into Mac’s curling fist and a weapon of his own was brought into existence with a flash of light. 

The Heartless turned towards this newer and weaker wielder. Spilling towards him the creatures slipped into the ground and easily under Macs wide swings and feverish lunges.
Cheese

[h3]Cheese[/h3]
[color=1a7b30]“Mac!”[/color] Cheese called out into the square. 

It was just another day in Twilight Town; the sun was setting, people were socialising, the shops in tram common were doing reasonable business and Mac had gone wondering off again without a single word to Cheese. Not that he’d actually said a word to her since they had left home.

Another tingle ran its way up Cheeses spine. Someone nearby was using magic of some kind. But for Cheese someone using magic was the least of her worries at the moment. What she needed to do was to find Mac. After all they were stuck in a strange, unfamiliar place so who knew what trouble he could get himself into?

After asking a few people if they had seen Mac ([color=1a7b30]“Have you seen anyone with a computer screen for a head at all?”[/color]) Cheese learned that he had last been seen heading towards the Tram Station. So with an aspirated sigh Cheese too began to make her way towards the Station.