Roxas started to dream about his past. It started out like it normally did which was nice. Meeting Celti and the rest of the party. It was a wonderful time. Nothing got past them at all, they were one of the top teams in the guild. The Phantom Thieves of Heart. It was the only time Roxas truly felt wanted and needed. Celti was always kind to him too and it was almost like they were inseparable. No they were't together or anything, but they sure really liked each other. Both of them were just to afraid to tell the other. The dream was spectacular in every way. Until it came to the end. When Ifrit arrived. It was the worst day of his life and would change Roxas forever. The happy, joyful, sweet Roxas everyone knew was gone forever. 

Roxas woke up in a panic. [color=0072bc]"Celti!"[/color] He yelled, his heart racing as he sat up quickly. The pain from his back was still there, but not as bad. The healing process must have started which was good. He wouldn't be feeling much in no time. The last thing he could remember was kicking ass then falling. Guess he must have been knocked out and dragged here. Looking around, he noticed that he was in an ER. Ophelia was sitting there next to the bed looking right at him. He had told her a bit about Celti so maybe she would think that he was just having a bad dream. Which he was. [color=0054a6]"Sorry..."[/color] Roxas moaned. [color=0054a6]"Bad dream.. Did we win?"[/color] He looked around and couldn't find Jax or Morthos. [color=0054a6]"Where's the other two?"[/color] 

Roxas looked down and noticed that he didn't have his shirt on. It must have been to get at the wound on his back. That meant that everything was showing. Both the SPA and Phantom Thieves tattoo and the large Pentagram on his back keeping Ifrit in. Looks like there's going to be a lot of explaining to do. Or if he was lucky they would just avoid the topic all together.