Taichi Yagami slammed the door to his tiny apartment and tried to flick on the lights, forgetting that they hadn't worked all week. Electricity was out in his part of Tokyo, which wasn't unusual. Nothing was reliable anymore. Nothing. The boy clenched his fist around a ball of paper in his hand before tossing it onto the ground and falling onto his tiny, tattered sofa. He kicked his feet up on a crate he used as a coffee table and leaned his head back in anger. It was another false lead.

Taichi sat there for a few moments in his despair before before willing himself to get up and head into the bathroom. The lights didn't work, so he used the flashlight he kept conveniently on the sink. It was the only way he could shower with light- when the water decided to work, anyways. The boy looked at himself in the mirror. He looked different than he had six years ago. His 17-year-old face was more defined- partly from age, and partly because he went to bed hungry nearly every night. His jaw was rugged and bold. He could grow some facial hair when he wanted to, but he didn't like the appearance of it. Although he was skinnier than he should have been, his body was muscular due to his natural athletic build. He could overpower an average person if he wanted to.

The boy stared at himself in the mirror as if his reflection was unfamiliar. He looked tired and frustrated. Bags were heavy under his eyes, and his lids begged to close. But they couldn't- not yet. With shaking hands, Taichi reached for the scissors in the top drawer. He decided his hair was getting long again, and that wouldn't do. The boy clipped away at his thick locks, letting the brown pieces fall to the floor. Only a few inches of it remained once he was done with his work. He looked at himself again, but he still felt unsatisfied. Taichi didn't feel like himself anymore. Hell, he couldn't even recognize himself without his signature poof of hair. It made him who he was- but that was exactly why it had to go. And goggles? There was no way he could wear those around anymore. He hadn't put them on his head since he was eleven.

Taichi slammed the flashlight back onto the counter and left the bathroom, walking back to where he'd thrown the ball of paper. Seething, he picked it up and uncrumpled it, trying to hold it steady. This had been the most hopeful lead yet, which was why it was such a let-down.

Yagami, I know who you are and who you're looking for. She's safe. You can find her at the RHQ in Heightan View Terrace each Tuesday at 11 P.M.

Taichi, now red in the face, tore the paper to shreds. He tossed the pieces on the ground and collapsed back onto the sofa. He tried to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn't cry. He was so tired of crying. It hurt his eyes. Sure, he knew where the RHQ was in Heightan View Terrace. He'd been there a few times before. The RHQ, short for resistance headquarters, wasn't big in that part of the city. A few people there knew who Taichi was, but still not many. The fact that someone knew who he was looking for gave him hope. Perhaps his sister had found a way to contact him safely.

But no. Taichi arrived at the headquarters in Heightan View Terrace with too much hope inside him. He should have known better. No one knew who Hikari was or where she was. No one ever did. He'd visited all the different headquarters in different parts of the city multiple times, but he could never talk to too many people. That hindered his search, but it kept his identity safe. If the wrong person found out who he was or where he was hiding, he was dead meat. Then no one would be able to find Hikari. No one else was even looking.

Well, at least as far as Taichi knew, no one was looking. He hadn't seen Hikari in two years, but it'd been even longer since he'd seen everyone else. All the other chosen children had successfully disappeared from sight. However, in order to disappear completely, they couldn't be seen with each other. It was too risky. There was no way to get in contact, either. Phone lines were out, and the internet was useless. Henchmen were everywhere looking for the digidestined, so they were certainly watching all lines of possible communication. So often, Taichi laid awake in bed wondering about his friends- where were they? How were they? Were they even alive? Had some evil digimon gotten to them? He could try and get in touch with them, but it was too risky. If they were safe, he didn't want to jeopardize that.

Of course though, through the grape vine, or by talking to people at the local resistance headquarters who'd talked to other rebels in different parts of Tokyo, Taichi'd heard some rumors about what his old team was up to. He'd heard that Yamato and Gabumon were still together, but he had no idea where. Jyou was apparently working at an underground relief station, trying to provide aid to innocent people who'd been attacked by henchmen. Koushirou, rumor had it, had lost his mind, and Sora- well, he didn't want to think about where Sora might be. It scared him too much. Mimi was apparently living right under his nose. Someone at the RHQ in Aqua City told him that another digidestined had rented an apartment under a fake name just around the corner, someone with long brown hair who had an obsession with pink. Taichi knew it was Mimi- who else could it be? But what was she doing so close to him? They'd agreed to spread out. Once, about a year or so ago, Taichi could have sworn he'd walked passed her on a crowded street. People who continued to work after the takeover were bustling about on the sidewalks, being hurried and pushed around by some henchmen. She was wearing sunglasses- they were pink. Her hair was still long and her face still looked the same, although she was taller and more lean. That wasn't what gave it away though. As Taichi passed her, he knew she looked familiar, so he turned around instinctively. The girl turned around as well- clearly she'd noticed him too. And they both kept walking away from each other, looking back, trying to resist the urge to run to each other. Although Taichi couldn't see her eyes, he knew from the way her mouth dropped open that she recognized him as well. But a henchman shouted something at her, forcing her to hurry, and they both turned around again, hoping no one had noticed them looking at each other. Taichi hadn't seen her since. It was the only contact he had, and it wasn't nearly enough.

And she was really the only one. Taichi let his head fall back onto the couch, letting the bittersweet memory take him to sleep. His mind and body were both exhausted and he was craving some rest. Although his mind was agitated, he felt his physical self calm down- his breath steadying, his pulse slowing. Sleep was always welcome. It was the only escape from his harsh reality. But rarely did it go uninterrupted, and tonight was no different. Taichi's eyes jolted open once he heard a shout come from outside. He rushed over to his small window to see what was going on, only to find a henchman giving a girl a problem. Taichi rolled his eyes, wishing for once he'd get a full night's sleep before grabbing a knife from his kitchen drawer and running down the steps. He burst outside, wishing he didn't have to feel so responsible, and wishing things like this weren't nightly ordeals. The night air hit him and froze his sweat on his skin. His breath came out of his mouth in the form of fog, the small cloud of nerves rising into the dark sky. Alright, now how was he going to go about this one?

Taichi rounded the corner and analyzed the situation for a moment.

"You shouldn't be out this late."

"I told you, I was late coming back from work! I'm on my way home, I swear!"

"Swear all you want, but you're still out past curfew. You know the law!"

The young woman backed up into one of the store windows that lined the street.

"And you know what happens to people who break the law?" The cruel digimon smirked.

Taichi squinted his eyes and realized the digimon was a Bakemon. Alright, he'd be easy enough to take out. The boy had a record of 55 or 56 now. The whole thing about defeating Bakemon was using the element of surprise. If they were stunned, they were useless. Taichi crept out of the shadows and began to approach him from his blind spot, but the young woman ruined his chance once she glanced in his direction. She only looked for a second, but it was long enough for the Bakemon to notice the small flicker of hope in her eyes. Instantly, he turned around and glared, wasting no time before charging at the boy. Taichi braced himself. It looked like he would have to spare a few more minutes of his life.

The Bakemon came at Taichi with an extended claw, trying to grab him. The boy quickly dodged it by stepping to the side. Bakemon weren't quick or smart, just cruel. Taichi wrapped his arms around the digimon and squeezed tightly, taking his air away before reaching for the knife sticking out of his back pocket.

"Fifty... seven.." The boy grunted once he jammed the knife into the digimon's back. The ghost tried to squeal out in pain, but Taichi forced him into the ground so his voice was muffled. The Bakemon knew he was defeated, but he kept trying to speak.

"Chosen... child..." He muttered, his voice weak. From the bottom of his body, he started to turn into microscopic digital pieces that fluttered away, shining in the moonlight. He turned his head to get a good look at his killer. "Courage.."

"What of it?" Taichi asked, no patience left in him. So what if the digimon figured out his identity? It wasn't like he'd be able to tell any of his accomplices before he died. Taichi glared down at the digimon as he began to disintegrate, completely aware that there'd be no hope to be born again in the real world. This Bakemon was gone for good.

The Bakemon glared back, a sadistic smirk coming to his lips. This puzzled Taichi. He was dying, why was he happy? It was like he had one last trick left in him. "I know who you are.." The ghost began, "and I know where your sister is."

At that, Taichi flipped the ghost over and pounded the back of his head into the ground. Most of his body had disappeared by now. "Where is she?!" The boy shouted, suddenly cursing himself for destroying a digimon with such crucial information. "Tell me!" If Taichi didn't get it out of him now, what he needed to know would die forever with the weakening digimon. His heart pounded, and everything inside him felt like ice.

The Bakemon continued to laugh as he disappeared, his voice quieting until it was completely gone. No trace of the digimon remained.

"Damnit!" Taichi cried, opening his hand to let the knife drop to the ground. Over the years he'd learned to hate himself, but he'd never hated himself more than he did right now. He pounded his fist into the ground before standing, ready to go back to his apartment and sleep. He was done with today. The boy was so angry that he'd nearly forgotten about the woman he'd saved, that is, until she spoke up.

"Chosen.. child..?" She asked, looking nervous. The woman took a half-step forward so slowly that it appeared that she thought it was a risk. "You're a chosen child?"

"Eh, say it a little louder, would you? I'd love to fight off some more digimon." Taichi scoffed, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Sorry." The woman looked at the ground, her red hair getting in her face. "I'm just surprised to meet one of you. You're all.. hiding.."

"Well what else are we supposed to do?" Taichi asked, like he took her comment as an insult.

"Well you just saved me." The woman replied. "You're really courageous, you know that?"

The color drained from Taichi's face. It'd been awhile since someone called him courageous. He couldn't even call himself courageous anymore. The word made him sick. "I'm not."

"Well, no matter." The woman replied, straightening up a bit. "Let me introduce myself," she stuck out her hand to the boy, "I think my name might ring a bell. I'm Izumi Kaori."

Taichi stared down at her hand. He had already decided he wasn't going to shake it- that was, until he heard her name. "Izumi?" He questioned, still skeptical. He'd learned again earlier that day not to get his hopes up.

"Izumi." She repeated, her face brightening a bit. "I believe you know my cousin."

Taichi stared at her. Was this some sort of trick too? No, it couldn't be. Why would she want to harm him- he just saved her life! But he couldn't ask any questions here. The fact that the woman had said Izumi aloud put them at risk. One could never know who was watching. A loud caw suddenly thundered through the sky, sucking the boy back into reality.

Taichi took the woman's hand and shook it before tugging at her a bit. "Come on," he whispered, "we should go somewhere else."

"Yamato, are you sure you want to go out again?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"Yamato.."

"You're not going to change my mind."

Gabumon looked up at his partner, disappointed. "But Yamato, I worry so much when you're out there by yourself! At least let me come with you!"

Yamato scowled. "That would just get us into more trouble. They'd notice you right away."

"Yamato..."

The blonde ignored his digimon as he continued getting ready. He pulled his sneakers onto his feet and zipped his black jacket up tight. He wanted to blend in with the darkness. The boy undid one of the larger pockets and dropped a couple of small knives in. He kept one in his hand and twirled it expertly through his fingers. He didn't cut himself, he never did.

"Yamato, can you just-"

"NO!" The blonde yelled, throwing the knife at the wall in front of him. It made a perfect 90-degree angle once it impacted. A kill. "I'm going!"

"But why?"

Yamato got off his bed and walked towards the door. "Because it's hard enough to live with myself already." The boy stormed over to the wall and ripped his knife from it. It left a mark, but it blended in with the other marks Yamato'd made over time. He pulled his hood over his long blonde hair before walking out into the night.

Gabumon sighed with worry once his partner shut the door. He knew the drill, though. If he wasn't back by sunrise, something had gone terribly wrong. It would be a long wait, but for Yamato he would do it. He would do anything.

On the other side of the door, Yamato paused. For a split second he considered going back in and apologizing, but he knew that would take too long. Someone could get hurt in the time it took him to do that. Instead, he walked speedily towards the stairs, ready for another night of fun. The knives in his pocket clinked together, so he had to hold his pocket in order to be more silent. As he walked past each of the building's other doors, he noticed that all the lights were off. It was just like every other night. People hid in their homes after curfew, hoping that their family wouldn't be bothered. Yamato had lucked out so far- if anyone ever came looking for him, he was never there to meet them.

However, he seriously doubted that anyone knew his real identity. Although he went out every night, he was careful about it. He always took a different route home, even if it took him a long time. He didn't want to be tracked. So far, he was safe. As for his friends, though, he had no idea. He hadn't seen them in years. The only other chosen child he kept in contact with was his little brother, but even that was rare. Yamato missed the boy more than he'd like to admit, but he didn't want to put him in danger. It was better to stay apart, to stay hidden. Knowing Takeru was safe was one of the few things that kept him sane.

It'd been hard living for the last six years. For most of it, he'd been on his own. Before his adventures in the digital world, he wouldn't have minded the solidarity. In fact, he would have reveled in it. Now though, he'd gotten used to friends. His fellow chosen children had taught him that it was okay to let people in, and they taught him that crucial lesson just before they were taken away. Now, the quiet of his apartment only reminded him of what could have been. For once in his life, he could have been a part of something. Well, he was for awhile, and that hurt.

Yamato shook his head back and forth. At least he had Gabumon, although his constant worrying did get annoying he appreciated it none-the-less. He was a good friend. He was the only one Yamato had left. However, he was also his biggest worry. Gabumon wasn't supposed to be in the real world. If he was caught by Myotismon or any of his henchmen, he'd be killed. What would Yamato do then? The answer scared him too much to think about it.

After awhile of walking or thinking, Yamato's ears perked up. There were some frantic voices up ahead, and he'd found his first adventure of the night. The boy picked up his speed but stayed close to the walls so the shadows would hide him. He was close now- the voices were coming from around the corner. Yamato turned his head so he could see around it without being seen himself. What he found didn't surprise him. Actually, it was rather routine. A Bakemon had cornered a man out past curfew. The fellow appeared to be rather confused- stumbling around, but worried none-the-less. Was he drunk? Yamato rolled his eyes. Great, he'd be saving someone who wasn't even out for a good reason.

Carefully, Yamato reached into his pocket for a knife, careful not to let them jingle. Bakemon were easy targets, he just needed one shot. Normally, he would have trusted his aim and just thrown the knife, but for some reason the blonde had an interest in drawing out his small form of revenge tonight. He held his arm out and tried to figure out whether hitting his target in the head or the back would hurt more. The boy shut one eye and bit his lip, unaware of the other Bakemon who approached him from behind.

Normally, something would have tipped him off. Yamato knew when he wasn't alone. But tonight, something was off with him. His mind was elsewhere. Gabumon was right- perhaps he shouldn't have gone out, but Yamato didn't realize that until he felt the Bakemon's metal claws tightening around his neck. Sure, that surprised the blonde, but Bakemon were still dumb. The boy gripped his knife in his hand and stabbed the ghost without needing to turn around, hurriedly drawing in air once the digimon released it's grip on him. However, that was noisy. Too noisy. The other Bakemon turned around to see what the commotion was- successfully letting the drunk man get away- much to Yamato's frustration. This wasn't exactly how he'd pictured his rescue effort playing out.

"REBEL! REBEL!" The ghost shouted instinctively as he watched his comrade disintegrate into thousands of digital pieces.

"Fifty-one..." Yamato muttered, sure he had the highest count of kills in the city. However, his satisfaction didn't last long. The Bakemon had labeled him as a rebel? Right. Most digimon Yamato ran into did, but the blonde would never call himself one. Why would he want to be affiliated with any of the RHQs? They were all failures in his opinion. Yamato made a difference, but he did it in his own way. Just tonight, his own way seemed to be getting him into more trouble than he'd bargained for.

"BACKUP!" The ghost digimon continued to call into the night. His voice echoed throughout the streets and sent a shiver down Yamato's back. This was about to get annoyingly ugly, and he decided it was time to leave. While the Bakemon was busy shouting, the blonde made his escape. He slipped back into the shadows of an alleyway and tried to find a path he recognized. It was time to call it quits. Although the boy wasn't able to do as much as he'd wanted to that night, he'd still helped someone- albeit he was very drunk.

Yamato had just regained his composure when he heard a loud caw coming from the sky. The boy ducked under a fire escape, certain the shadows would conceal him. So the Bakemon's 'back-up' could fly, eh? Alright, so that'd keep him out a little longer, but whoever was coming would have no way to find him. Even a flying digimon with the best sight couldn't see into the shadows. The blonde remained perfectly still as the cawing became louder and louder. He tried to silence his breath, which made his chest shake as it rose slowly up and down.

'Quiet,' he thought to himself, 'stay quiet.'

He stared up. He could feel something coming. For a split second, through the gap in the alleyway that let the night shine through, he saw it: the flying digimon. It was too familiar. It's orange, fiery wings danced through Yamato's memory. He knew who that was, and his pupils grew small with panic at the realization. It was Birdramon.

"Sora!"

His voice was quiet, but urgent. The sound of it caused his heart to jump. He'd scared himself. He hadn't planned to say his old friend's name out loud, but it pushed it's way through his lips. Yamato let out a heavy exhale as he looked back up into the sky. Birdramon flew by again, and he could see that her eyes were unnaturally red. Was Birdramon working with Bakemon? Birdramon was called to hunt him down! Again, his voice forced it's way up his throat.

"No!"

Yamato bit his lip. He was worried that he'd give himself away, but that wasn't his biggest fear right now. Although he hadn't seen the bearer of love in years, the sight of her digimon forced his old feelings for her to the front of his mind, clouding his brain with worry. If Birdramon was working with the Bakemon, what the hell had happened to Sora? As Birdramon began to fly farther away, apparently thinking she'd covered that area, Yamato made a run for it. He dashed in and out of the shadows until he made it back to his small apartment, hearing Birdramon's distant caw the entire way.

As soon as the boy's door creaked open, Gabumon came running to it like he was about to attack an intruder. "Who- oh, Yamato? You're back already?!"

All the blonde could do was nod as he unzipped his jacket, trying to cool down from his run.

"What happened?" Gabumon asked, knowing that Yamato never came back early unless something forced him to. The small digimon looked at his partner with worry. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Was all Yamato replied before dashing into his bedroom, a small room that was connected to the main living area. There was only enough room in it for his bed and a nightstand. The boy tore open the drawer and began digging around in it.

"Yamato?" Gabumon questioned again, moving so he was in the doorway of the room. "What happened? What are you looking for?"

"Why do you always have so many questions?!" Yamato snapped, instantly feeling bad about it. "Sorry. I'm looking for- ah! Here it is." The boy held up his digivice. It's been awhile since he touched it, that was made clear by the thin layer of dust over the screen.

"What are you doing with that?!" Gabumon instantly exclaimed. "Put that back, someone will see you with it!"

Yamato ignored him. He sat down onto his bed and brushed the dust off the screen with one of his fingertips. Hopefully it would work. He pressed some buttons, just trying to see if it would activate. It didn't. Why did he think it would? The damned thing hadn't worked for years- not since the connection between the digital world and the real world was severed.

"Shit!" Yamato swore through grit teeth, his jaw tight. For a moment, he thought about throwing the small device against the wall, wanting to see it shatter into a million small pieces. However, he let it fall quietly out of his hand. It fell to the floor and rolled towards Gabumon, stopping against one of his large feet.

The digimon stared at it a second before picking it up. He wondered why Yamato suddenly had such an interest in it, and why he'd gotten so angry once he discovered it still wasn't working. Yamato knew it didn't work. What was the point? Gabumon rolled it over in his paw and brushed it off completely before walking over to his partner and nervously holding it out towards him. "Yamato," he began, his large eyes filled with worry, "please tell me what's wrong. As your friend, I'm tired of not being able to help you with your problems."

Yamato sighed as he stared at the device in his partners hand. If he was going to start treating Gabumon better like he told himself he would, this was as good a time as any. "I'm.. I'm sorry.." he muttered, too ashamed to look at his old friend. "I just got really nervous tonight and.. I'm tired of being so nervous all the time."

"Is that why you got your digivice?" Gabumon asked, still holding it out to him.

Yamato took it and wrapped his fingers around it. The device felt worn and familiar in his hand. He sighed again. Perhaps he needed to disclose to Gabumon what he saw- who he saw. Every night, Yamato went out trying to be a hero. Now, maybe he really could be one. He needed to be one, especially if his friend was in danger. "Yeah.." he began, pausing, trying to figure out how to accurately convey how scared he was once he saw Birdramon flying around with her bright red eyes. Yamato wasn't used to explaining fear. He never liked telling other people he was scared.

As if Gabumon was reading his mind, he encouraged Yamato to go on. "You can tell me."

Yamato bit his lip. "I was out. I almost instantly ran into a Bakemon harassing this guy. It was routine, so routine. I didn't think that anything out of the ordinary could happen- but then another Bakemon sneaked up behind me. I got him, but the other digimon called out for help and-"

"Did they find out who you were?!" Gabumon exclaimed, interrupting the blonde's story.

"No." Yamato replied, much to Gabumon's satisfaction. "But I think they found one of us."

"What do you mean?" The digimon asked, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand.

Yamato gripped his digivice harder. His knuckles became white and his hand started to shake. "When Bakemon called out for help, a digimon came. It was Birdramon."

Gabumon had nothing to say to that. His eyes went from being stern and narrowed to soft as his blue eyes shook with worry. He bit his lip. For so long, Gabumon had practiced what to say to Yamato if something like this happened. Now though, in the moment, he was at a complete loss for words.

Yamato let his head drop. He grabbed onto his hair like he was going crazy and squeezed his eyes shut tight. "I don't know what to do, Gabumon. For years I kept myself sane by convincing myself that my friends were alright. But something happened to Sora, Gabumon, and I don't know what to do."

Taichi handed Kaori a cup of water. The glass he gave her was dirty, but he was never the most cleanly person anyways. The woman gratefully accepted it and drank it all in one giant sip.

"That was fast." The boy commented.

Kaori smiled. "I was thirsty."

"I could tell."

Taichi sat down on his crate of a coffee table and let Kaori take up his small couch. There was a silence between them for a few moments before Taichi spoke up again. "So.. you're Koushirou's cousin?" He asked, still not believing the information he'd heard.

She nodded. Taichi was elated. Even though his old friend wasn't sitting there in front of him, he now felt this connection. It made him feel a bit more full than he had in years, like an empty spot in him was filled. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything! But, he was nervous to ask about him. "How.. how is he?"

Kaori sighed, sending Taichi's stomach into a sick downward spiral. "You know, he's Koushirou." She paused for a moment. "He's never been good at connecting with people, and now that he's been on his own for so long, I'm afraid he doesn't know how to handle himself."

Taichi kept his eyes on the ground. "I hate hearing that. I wish there was something I could do for him."

Kaori looked solemnly over at him. "You know staying away from him is the safest thing to do though, and he knows it is too."

Taichi didn't respond.

"Hey.." The woman scooted forward on the sofa and put a small hand on his shoulder. "I'll let him know you're okay. That'll make him feel a lot better. Didn't it make you feel better to know that he's still safe?"

"I guess." Taichi responded, still staring at the ground. Sure, Kaori could pass on a message for him, but that would probably alleviate Koushirou's pain for all of five minutes. "What's he been doing?"

Kaori withdrew her hand and sat back again. "He's been keeping himself occupied. He doesn't talk to people much, but he's doing something with the internet for some resistance force. I'm not exactly sure.."

Taichi attempted to smile. "Well I'm glad he's still got some fight in him."

"I'm sure you all do."

Taichi's smile disappeared. "I wish I knew."

"You don't know where they are?"

The boy furrowed his brow. "Not exactly."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, no!" Taichi tried to brighten up again. "Don't be sorry. I've heard rumors, but I'm not exactly sure what's true and what's false. Half the time, I'd prefer not to know.."

Kaori looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Taichi sighed, "when I hear that something bad happened, I'd prefer to just think it's a rumor. Sometimes I'm glad I don't know for sure. For example, my friend, er, my really good friend, her mother owned a flower shop. I heard that they turned it into a make-shift care center."

"Well, that's great." Kaori tried to smile, not yet sure where his story was going.

Taichi looked down at the floor again. "Well, not exactly. I, er, I heard at the RHQ in Aqua City that it got raided. Someone found out who she was. I, uh, I tried to find a way to contact her, but it was like she completely disappeared. I know we're supposed to disappear, but it was like she was really gone.." His voice drifted off, and the silence crept back in. Every small sound, every tiny creak in the apartment put Taichi on edge. His chest felt heavy. "Sorry." He muttered.

"No," Kaori bit her lip and looked up at him. "Don't be sorry. It's alright."

But it wasn't, and Taichi knew it wasn't. In the last six years, nothing had ever been alright.

Whew! Chapter 1, finished! Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it. In the next chapter, we'll get to see what some of the other digidestined have been up to, and some of the questions raised in this chapter might be answered. Once again, thanks for reading! Please take the time to review. It's really helpful, and I love hearing what you all think!

-Surflilu.