There had been a ghost, an apparition with a name that was so close to a name that was so familiar like it was a part of him. Distraction was the name of the game, because he didn't know how to face what he'd just learned, what rush had come from behind the mental block.

Demyx had fled HQ and gone to the music store. Certainly, he still had someone following after him, watching him, but his mind was somewhere else completely. The bell jingled as he entered the store and moved to some sheet music, putting his eyes there, searching for something.