On a random rock that's sitting in the middle of the floor, there is a Demyx. Well, apparently a Demyx, anyway. He is very obviously not wearing the Organization's uniform, which he appears to have abandoned in favor of a pair of dark blue slacks and a very loud Hawaiian shirt that doesn't go with the slacks (or, possibly, any pants at all in the history of the universe). The sitar's still the same, though, and he tunes it for a moment before giving it one last strum and beginning a rather quiet song.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine.
Fly down to Mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in New York.

He doesn't know how he's ended up here, but he figures someone he can ask will turn up sooner or later, either on their own or attracted by the music. In the meantime, he'll just be sitting on this rock, playing calming songs to himself.

((OOC: Fresh meat, AU Demyx here!))