Tron was shocked when he felt Sora’s hand clasp his. He felt a rush of warmth overtake him. He had had similar feelings before on the rare occasions in which he had embraced Sora, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because there wasn’t a goodbye tied to it.

“Come on, Tron. I want to show you something.” He proceeded to lead Tron through a nearby stone passageway.

As the moments went by, Tron wished that wherever Sora was taking him was far away, despite what a chore walking in the User world’s natural gravity could be. The simple holding of his hand was causing the deepest, most euphoric feelings to stir inside him. What did users call this feeling? Users pretty much named everything, so they must have named this feeling. Slowly Tron allowed his fingers to intertwine with Sora’s. He was unsure what caused him to do this, exactly, except that he had observed different Users doing the same many times in the past four days. He could tell that Sora was tense, and the Keybearer’s discomfort was making Tron a bit uneasy. Users were so unpredictable.

Sora stopped rather suddenly in front of a large duck-like user bearing resemblance to Donald. The teen quickly let go of Tron’s hand before the duck noticed.

“Uh… Mr. Scrooge…” Sora muttered.

The duck turned around abruptly. “Ah, Sora! Come for a bit more skateboard practice?” Tron and Sora both winced at the pitch of the creature’s voice.

“Uh, no… I was just wondering if we could have some ice cream.”

The duck named Scrooge beamed. “Of course! I’m telling you, sea-salt ice cream is…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Sora interrupted, much to the disdain of Mr. Scrooge.

“Such rudeness!” The duck exclaimed. He crossed his wings and strutted off, leaving Sora to take as much as he pleased. With an excited grin on his face, Sora almost literally dove into the ice cream-filled cooler.

This left Tron more time to wonder. He had learned that ice cream was a sweet that was very popular among users. He had seen women on the television complaining about how it made them fat. “Fat” was a very bad thing for a user, apparently. Fortunately, Tron lacked a proper User digestive system and would not be complaining about how fat he was on a television program anytime soon.

“Got it!” Came Sora’s voice. He emerged with the ice cream in his hand.

“Wow…” Tron chuckled slightly as Sora handed him the ice cream bar. “There’s just no end to what you users will come up with.”