She froze in the opening of the door when he spoke. She was smaller than usual, and partially translucent. And her head was a round cracked mirror absent hair or features. But that jacket, and that Keyblade were familiar. It could have been Xion. Or Roxas. Or maybe there was another of the Organization that he had not yet met that could also hold a Keyblade? The Keyblade was in the hand he could see, the doorframe blocked the other and whatever - if anything - she was holding.