There's currently a hundred trucks driving along the highway that's become Tidus's brain, the wheels of which are thudding against the top of his head - a gift combination from someone. A someone with far too close eyes, that helps him to get Tidus sat up onto his butt with a startle.

"Wh-wh-wh-hw-!" Along with a mish-mash of unformed words thrown out his mouth, wide-eyd at the sight of-- at the sight of--?

-- wait?

"Y-you're that stubby guy?" Huh? Tidus starts looking around. "Where's your owner? Blondie?"