It seemed she'd understood. That next afternoon Riku got down to work. It took him quite a while, and he ended up taking a break at one point to eat and hit the Rec Deck to get in some exercise. It wasn't until maybe 10 pm before the pictures were delivered.

Riku had drawn a picture of him and King Mickey amongst the white thrones of the Organization. In those thrones were various members clad in black and hoods up. Two members had their hoods down and they were on their way to intercept the Keyblade wielders. They appeared to be Ansem Seeker of Darkness and Xemnas. Meanwhile, Mickey and Riku were running for one throne in particular; atop it sat a sleeping Sora. At the bottom was a message: "I think all of us need to talk about this."

The second picture was split by a line. On one side was Riku looking at his room. It was messy. His room generally was a little, but it was never anything that couldn't be cleaned up in two minutes, tops. The other side showed Riku looking less-than-happy. His room was still messy, but sheets had been torn off the bed, dresser drawers were open, and all the wads of failed pictures on the floor had been moved, a few re-opened. One that was uncrumpled Riku labeled with an arrow. "Your last reply."