He'd know Riku's voice anywhere. It's not a strange sound, it's been in his memories for as far back as they go- and if Riku was around that meant everything would be okay. It meant they were safe, and if they weren't home then they'd be on the way soon. Sora's name reaches him even through that gauzy cloud of sleep, inside dreams that haven't really taken shape yet- that are vague and indistinct and untroubled. It feels a little like he's floating but can't feel the water underneath him, that he doesn't feel the movement of the waves. And then, for the breeze stirring hair at the nape of his neck, maybe he's falling.

Sora doesn't feel afraid.
He's supposed to be going somewhere.

But before he can really sink into it, before he can let himself get lost in the strangeness of the journey, there's another sound. Louder than the last but just as close. Sora's leg jolts first, because his instincts even cloudy and confused, are always to leap into action- and instead of blearily opening his eyes or rubbing at his face- Sora sits straight up. "Huh?"

Wait. A laugh?
Hey he knows that sou-

His entire body pivots, shock and disbelief moving him into a tangle of limbs, onto hands and knees. "Riku?!"

The nearby barrel rocks and Sora looks like he's trying to climb to his feet and crawl forward all at the same time. Like he can't make up his mind about what's more important, getting to eye level or closing the distance. One foot meets the wall and thuds in the process. "What're you doing here?! Wait am I still-" He reaches for his chest and ends up with a fist-full of fabric.