Reece jumped as the door shut behind them. He whirled around with adrenaline in his veins, prepared to fight. But instead of the heartless or nobody he expected, an old man stood before them. [i]Where did he come from?[/i] Reece wondered. He stared at the man suspiciously, and his mind jumped back to the painting downstairs. [i]It's him, [/i] he realized. One of the figures in the picture. Before he had a chance to speak or react the man started talking.

[i]Worlds, darkness and light, heroes and keyblades?[/i] Reece thought, his mind spinning from all the new information the man, Yen Sid, had to offer. How could he expect them to be able to help? What was so special about them that they could save the world? And not just one world, but multiple?

"Wait," Reece interjected. "You and Mickey died of old age? How's that possible? You're standing right in front of us! And why us? What can we possibly do to stop an entire war?" He shook his head. This didn't make any sense. "How did we get here? Why did you save me?" Reece asked, this time more quietly. What difference in this whole mess could he make that made him worth saving?