Xion was at the Clock Tower again, getting ready to gather more dirt to extend her network of train tracks. She'd finally gotten over the sneezing fit brought on by her last expedition into the dunes. But for some reason, she found herself leaving the glass doors and walking away from the edge of the Gardens. There was a tug at the center of her chest, irresistible, and she was so busy looking down at her feet to make sure she didn't stumble that she almost walked right into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry--..."