***Disclaimer: I dun own Digimon or this song, the song belongs to a garage band Named "Moral Hazard."***

"What is it Sam?" Fufamon's long, fluffy, purplish fur blew slightly over her puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know Fufamon" Samantha Serrinatta sat against a tree high atop a cliff bordering the ocean in the digital world. Her brown hair was up in its clip making it fluff in the wind as well. The day had been slightly cool so Sam had on her corduroy over her tie-dye tee and khaki pants. Fufamon was calmly bouncing in the grass beside her as the sun set on the far horizon of the ocean.

"C'mon, Sam, what is it?" Fufamon was now hopping in front of Sam's view of the sunset.

"I think I see" she paused and Fufamon stopped bouncing to turn and also look off into the sunset. "We've been here, together in the digital world, for almost all of my life so far"

"Yeah" Fufamon seemed to be glad of heart about that.

"Our first goal was to surprise my parents of me coming home, remember?" Sam smirked slightly. The last sliver of the sun faded and only the shine was still visible.

"Heh he yeah,"

"Now, it's just to get back. Back to our friends and back to see who keeps our worlds apart." Sam sighed.

"Yep. Then we'll make everything right, huh Sam?"

"Everything is a lot of work, Fufamon I think our goal is big enough" The light was becoming dim and only the shine in the fluffy digimon's eyes told Sam where her friend was.

"Hmm"

Sam was glad she did not have her pendant on right now. "We've been here a while since we battled Rika and Renamon, at least a year ago. Do you think we'll have another chance to get back there again?"

"Of course why wouldn't we?"

"I suppose" Sam drifted.

"What's wrong, Sam? You know we can do it."

Sam puffed a small, exhausted laugh out her nose, "Yeah, I guess"

Fufamon cuddled up in Sam's corduroy pocket for the night's rest. "Sam, you said you saw something, what was it?"

"I saw an ocean of black." She whispered as she fell asleep.

Well every night on the phone

I used to talk to you

And it seemed like we'd always

Be friends, oh it's true

"Get up sleepy! Get up!" Fufamon was bouncing on Sam's side, giggling.

Sam moaned and rolled over, knocking Fufamon off her balanced bounce. "Alright, I'm awake now what?"

"I found food!" Fufamon hopped into the woods slightly then she came back dragging a large pile of fruits and coconuts by a string.

"Okay, I can do food," she sat up as her digimon brought it to her.

"I found them not to far from here!" Fufamon said around a mouthful of pear.

Sam attempted to smile around her bite of banana. The morning was just as cool as the night had been, giving them a fresh breeze to open their lungs for a new day. She swallowed, "So, our information hunting has gotten us where?"

"Well, we know that our original route of getting back is impossible. All ports on your world's side have been deleted." Sam cracked a coconut on a rock for Fufamon. "Thanks."

"So, that company or group has removed the possibility of visual communication as well, right?" she took a bite out of an apple.

"Yep. So we must breach the digital barrier, instead." Fufamon reminded.

"Yes. We both got that impression from the digimon we could ask It was strange that no one wanted to talk about it. You think it would be a rather big subject."

"Yeah, even I couldn't get much of a peep out of anyone. Sorry I know you don't like to be reminded of that." Fufamon quieted.

"It's okay I know I'm not exactly accepted around here because of them." Sam recalled several of their attempts to talk with other digimon. Every time they would shy away, or even run away, because Sam was there. Fufamon had a better time getting information on her own. Everyone had the idea that all humans were to blame for the separation and that the historic digi-destined had gone. Sam had a hard time convincing any digimon that she was one of them and that they still existed, just over in her world. So, faithful Fufamon had gone out to get the facts.

"Well I found out that battles might have a link to getting out. Many digimon have told me that when they see someone get through, they're always in a battle." Most of the food was now gone.

"Really? That could help us I suppose but haven't we been through several battles already?"

"Yeah that's what I don't get either Sam. What makes those battles any different than ours?"

"I guess we'll just have to find out." Sam finished the last of the food.