Tai walked down the ramp towards the elevator, not wearing his trademark goggles and currently in a simple t-shirt and jeans. Sure, it's great to have a dorm room on the eighth floor with the view and all, but having to carry all my junk out of it at the end of the year, isn't something they brief you on during orientation. Tai had just finished his first year of college, paid for by a soccer scholarship he worked his ass off for. So what if his grades slid a bit? It's not like he expected to get B's.
The elevator door slid open. Tai stepped in, hit number eight on the pad and leaned back against the elevator wall. Whistling along to the music playing overhead, this was the ride he took everyday. After a few moments the door slide open and Tai stared at the small crowd that had formed around the elevator, all carrying bags of laundry and personal possessions. The crowd pushed its way in, stressing the elevator's capacity. Squeezing his way out of the quickly filling elevator, Tai made his way to his room. Passing the common area, he waved to his college friends, all watching the television for the last time. Mostly other soccer players and soccer fans, Tai knew them pretty well but he knew he probably wouldn't miss them and wouldn't keep in touch until the school year started back up again.
Pushing open the door labeled 812; Tai took a deep breath and prepared for his worst fear. He had to clean his room. Man, I wish Joe was here, he knows how to clean. Surprisingly, it didn't take too long. In the end Tai found himself sitting on his mattress, staring at a box on his shelf. Lifting it up, he took it over to his desk. Opening the box caused memories of his past to come flooding back to him. In it lay his trusty old goggles, his headband and his digivice. Reaching in, Tai pulled out his goggles and his headband and put them on. He felt more complete, a way he hadn't felt in a long time, though one piece of his past was still missing. He reached in to pick up his digivice. His fingers touched it and Tai's hand was forced back by a strong electric shock. What? He flinched. Maybe just static. Tai reached in again, firmly grasping his digivice. Like before, but stronger this time, electricity shot through Tai's hand. He clutched the digivice and lifted it up out of the box, bringing it up to his face. The electricity had stopped emitting now. Tai opened his palm.
Black!? The pure white hue of his digivice had become a pitch black. The screen was flickering incoherently. Tai was worried, and his mind turned to Agumon, the digimon his digivice was linked with, and Tai's greatest friend. He had to get in contact with the digital world. Tai knew of only one person who could to do that.