Summer considered that for a moment, weighing it in her head. Finally, she turned to Mickey and cautiously reached out a hand. The moment her fingers touched his keyblade, her heart seemed to skip a beat and then sped up a little in anticipation. Something inside of her settled into a slightly different pattern than before, but it was as comfortable as if it had been that way her whole life.

Without any sort of conscious thought, she held her hand out a little in front of her and her own keyblade appeared in her hand, cool and comforting.

"I don't know what I was expecting," she murmured after a moment, "but that wasn't it."