Sora woke up with those last words hanging on his ears. Those words, with likely some deep philosophical meaning were all he could remember. He couldn’t remember where he was, how he got there, and why he was sleeping in a white pod.
The fact disturbed him, as he yawned and stretched. Those words, however, before he could mention them, were soon to be forgotten in the wake of another thing Sora had failed to notice.
Why was he asleep? And who the hell shrunk his clothes?
The wedgie would not go away.