"Always those damn tropes," Roxas muttered. He kind of wished he didn't know what she was talking about, but sometimes boredom overruled common sense and he browsed Earth's network. Hopefully they would find Sora soon, but if he'd signed a contract as he was warned not to and forgotten his name, how could they make him remember it? Could they just tell him or could they only give him hints? Would hearing or thinking of a name that was just an anagram of his with a letter added remind him?

Other than that concern, he was thinking the same thing about why Sora didn't check in.

The boiler room was bit on the fantastical side, with one guy... who seemed to have six arms... working on what appeared to be herbal concoctions that he mixed into the hot water and sent on its way to the baths above. His arms also seemed somewhat elastic as they stretched to walls of drawers behind him to fetch the ingredients he needed. Whether he was alone or not was not immediately apparent. The coals for the boiler seemed to be moving across the floor on their own until one looked closer and saw that there were actually small black creatures carrying each one. Roxas guessed these must be the soot balls Greta spoke of. They were actually kind of cute and he could imagine Sora wanting to play with them.

However, he didn't see Sora anywhere just yet.