Sora looked over the keyboard. He hadn't really expected language to be a problem. They were all speaking the same language, after all, and everyone seemed to understand the texts that came through on the communicators.

Then again, they were in a dream world with communicators supplied by inhabitants of said dream world. Maybe the devices translated all the texts. Sighing and putting aside that train of thought, Sora tried the password he knew for the computer: sea-salt ice cream.

"If this doesn't work, we might have to find the password elsewhere..."