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Songbird’s couldn’t have been more right in his estimation. At least, when it came to Vincent.

Vincent could not care less about their new guide’s arrival, marvelled as he still was by their surroundings and in the process of recovering from Mr. Cuddles’ farewell embrace. He would stretch his body this way and that, straining and stretching out his muscles before swinging his arms around and lifting up his legs, bending them at the knee to make sure nothing was broken. As painful as his body felt, that sensation was quickly fading away… and Vincent couldn’t believe that his body was actually starting to almost feel better? If Mr. Cuddles didn’t own a thriving business as Nowhere’s premier baker, then he had a possible career as a masseur, for certain. Perhaps he would strike lucky with Mrs. Panda if he was to give her a back rub and shoulder massage? Perhaps. 

It was only ten minutes into the walk, following with a longing groan behind the group’s defacto leader Riley (Vincent normally would never follow anyone, however getting to know Riley in the way he had since whenever they entered Nowhere, he was willing to do so, if only to avoid arguing with her ever again), that he noticed they were even walking throughout Nowhere’s streets, towards a grand and magnificent castle under the guideship of a green haired teen named Froggy. Vincent took a deep breath, ignoring his companions conversation as he stared around him. 

How long had it been since he was whisked away from that train station and landed smackdab in the middle of… well, wherever the hell this place was? How long had it been since he met Riley, a girl he still didn’t know how to decide his mind about, and that pink curled chick Lesley, who was outgoing and mischievous in a way that Vincent could appreciate in a woman but also carried with her something… off? How long had it been since he arrived in this world of cute and whimsical fantasy that was not a place he would ever dream to call home? How long since that tasty misadventure on the lollipop farm, and the resulting chase from those diminutive little soldiers? How long since-

Vincent had almost ploughed straight into the back of Lesley when the group stopped behind Froggy at the I.D. Check. Vincent caught himself and backed away just in time, looking away with a blushing, nonchalant whistle as the doors then opened for them to board an elevator up.

"You might wanna hold on tight." Froggy said, and before Vincent could respond gravity ceased to be and he was rocketed up into the sky at a frightening pace. Gritting his teeth together, Vincent could only mutter vulgar obscenities as his body became lifted off the ground. And then, at the elevators’ peak, his body collapsed, smacking down onto the ground with a painful thud and wheeze. 

“Motherfu-”

DING

The elevator doors slid open, to reveal a neverending expanse of clouds, clouds and more clouds, as far as the eye could see. There, in the distance, was the Queen’s Castle, and Froggy’s next words made Vincent want to rush to his feet and start strangling the poor Nobody. [i]More walking?[/i] Was he serious?!

“This is so… BORING!” Vincent screamed halfway on their walk, his shoulders sagging after his shout. In a short space of time, or perhaps a long space of time, or whatever the accurate term might be, they were greeted by the arrival of another Nobody. One who looked even weirder then the green haired twerp. 

Thanks for sending them in, Froggy. Let’s go on this path, shall we? Don’t poke the plants please, and don’t eat the vines, no matter how lush they look. Just don’t.” The Nobody advised somewhat sternly. “By the way, I’m Songbird.”

Vincent, however, grabbed onto a smatter of vines and began to pull, hopefully ripping some off, just for the sake of it. 

“Why is there so much walking?! Don’t you guys have any buses or trams or something?!” He yelled.