Luxord walks out of his room in his pjs and takes one look at the zombies to his left. He looks at the ghosts to his right. He looks at the gloomy interior of this place. He tests his foot on the creeky floor boards.

"…it's too bloody early in the morning for me to deal with this without coffee." He sighs. Now, where is the kitchen? He needs to fix himself something strong if he's going to survive through this. This is worse than dealing with Heartless.