The gummi ship soon lands in Twilight Town, opening just before a cloaked figure steps out. His identity? Unknown. History? Unknown. In fact, his past is so mysterious that he does not even know it himself. Amnesia has claimed his memory, but for now, he is referred to by one word: Enigma.

Enigma looks around, trying to find the Moogles he had previously borrowed the ship from as well as trying to find the mailbox from his memory.

People are walking about, going about their daily things. A group of girls are hudded together, talking. Maybe they know where to find the mailbox.

Enigma is silent before he approaches the girls. "Excuse me, would you be able to help me find something?"

Kaylyn turns around. "Oh hey....sure."'

"Oh, hey again," Enigma says. "Anyway, I'm looking for a particular mailbox." He holds his head, trying to recall the memory. "...Around the mailbox...I believe there was a large flashy sign...perhaps shaped a bit circular. I can't tell, the top's cut off in the image...and I think there are a bunch of posters..."

"It might be near the shops, they have neon signs." Kaylyn says. "You know the way, right?"

"I think so," the figure says. "Thank you." He then makes his way toward the shopping district, looking around for any mailboxes.

Few people are shopping. A couple can be seen. The young man spins the young woman. She laughs and they dance together, but to no music.

Enigma watches in silence, seeing everything but what he's looking for. He starts to look around, mainly focusing around where the neon signs are.

The neon signs are burning brightly over the shops. The couple goes to the accesory shop, and look over the selection. They are oblivous to everyone except themselves and the shopkeeper.

Enigma is silent before he notes a postbox near one of the stores. After looking at it for a while, he matches it to the one in his memories. Silently, he approaches the mailbox and, after a brief pause, he touches it.

Instantly, waves of images assualt his mind, and before he can get them under control, a light goes off before his eyes, throwing him backwards. He hits the ground hard, out cold as his mind processes the data in silence.

"Hey you okay?" The girl asked. Her fiance can be seen standing next to her.

Enigma does not respond, but after a while, he groans slowly pushes himself into a sitting position. After he grasps his head with one hand, he starts to speak, more to himself than anyone else. "...I was delivering a letter...I don't remember from who, but I remember being asked to not deliver it in person, instead to drop it into this postbox...but who was the receiver of this letter? Who asked me to deliever it? What was that letter?"

"Umm...maybe the post lady can help. Just go up that hill, she might be at the post board." The woman says.

The man extends a hand to help Enigma up.

Enigma accepts the hand up and nods. "I suppose that's a better place than any. Thank you." He turns and goes toward the post board, but he gives the postbox one final glance before doing so.

A woman wearing a button-down shirt and plaid skirt can be seen posting a bulleten, maybe this is the mail woman?

Enigma is silent before approaching the woman. "Excuse me, are you the local mail carrier?"

The woman looks at him after finishing posting something. "Yes, can I help you?" She asks.

"I am not sure how long ago it was, but at some point did you come across a peculiar letter in that one postbox near the accessory shop?" Enigma asks.

"Um...jeeze....that was a year or so ago....I think it might be sitting in my house...not entirely sure." The woman said.

"It was never delivered?" Enigma asks, seeming a bit surprised. So much for the first-class stamp from the memory.

"The address was faded off. No one ever claimed it." The woman says.

"Hm...would it be possible to see that letter?" Enigma asks.

The woman nods. "Follow me." She says, heading tword Grand Central Station.

Enigma nods and follows her, still trying to figure out what happened at the postbox. More than likely, it would happen again if he touches the letter, but if it meant regaining his memories, he'd have to do it.

The woman goes to her home, inviting Enigma inside and goes to search for the letter. She comes back dowstairs when she finds it.

Enigma stares at the letter, noting the lack of either an address or a return label. After a moment, he silently reaches out to take it. Upon touching the paper, a flash goes off, firing him back and into the wall. He grunts as he slides to the floor, memories starting to return to him as he sits there unconscious.

The woman gasps. "Are you okay?" She asks, shaking him lightly.

Enigma soon stirs, and as he puts a hand to his head, he begins to go through the new memories. "...Yes, I think I remember now. I had been sent with the letter to deliver it here. From here, it was to travel to the recipient in secret since a direct delivery of the letter would otherwise have been dangerous. I don't remember the name on the envelope, though, nor the sender...but I do remember a rock. A tall rock in the middle of a giant open area."

"Hmm, none of those around here." The woman says, before thinking. "Maybe Pride Lands."

"Hm...perhaps...I might as well give it a try," Enigma says, thanking the mail carrier before stepping outside. Once there, he decides to try out something from a memory. He is silent before lifting one hand up. Instantly, a dark portal forms, and Enigma steps into it before it disappears.

{Enigma to Pride Lands}