It unnerved him, the way people could seemingly drift in and out of this place, with memory gaps and no idea of what happened between one day and the next. The thought made Woody's skin crawl, almost as much as not knowing where his actual body was right at that moment. There was just so much wrong with this place, and yet Sora managed to stay upbeat and keep a smile on his face -- chowing down on that grilled cheese sandwich just like he'd seen Andy do as a kid, even!

Hearing that his project had gained some momentum was good, at least, if only because Sora seemed pretty pleased about it. Not that Woody didn't wish him well, of course, but he would have felt better if Sora had an adult to help him run it. Whether he thought he'd been "chosen" to fight things before waking up in Landel's or not, that was still too much for someone so young to handle. Woody wondered how old his friend (Kiku, or Riku, or something like that) was, and whether he was into all this fighting stuff too.

Then again, when he thought about the sorts of patients he'd already met here, he had no idea what to expect. For all he knew, poor Sora had surrounded himself with raging lunatics and had no idea. "Oh, yeah?" Woody asked, trying not to look as wary as he felt. "Well, what kind of, uh...people do you have in your club, then?"