"God damn it, Trace." The words escaped her mouth as she stormed out of the school. She had been the only one in a bad mood today. Everyone else in the school had been happy! Of course this is the one-day of the year that he decides to skip! The one time that she needed him and he's gone! Probably off to see his "best friend"! The one that she hadn't been allowed to meet! The one that EVEN Reaver was allowed to meet! Reaver, the stuck up, pain in the ass, goth wannabe, was allowed to meet this friend but she wasn't? What the hell!

Everyone moved out of her way as she sulked through the parking lot of the school. Even the jerks who would (normally) set on the backs of their cars, run around the parking lot and generally make it difficult for everyone to go home seemed to understand that she would have none of it today. The second they saw her they scrambled, and rightfully so!

Her name was Jessie Williams. She was one of the most well known students in school, not only was she her class' vice president but she was also the leader of the girls baseball team, writer for the school's news paper, and one of two people in school who could actively talk to and scold Reaver Streak (the school's resident badass) and not get killed. She was 5'8" with sun kissed tan skin. She had black hair running down to the small of her back, with the bangs cut to cover the right side of her face, and her crystal blue eyes.

She made her way as swiftly as she could through the parking lot, and disappeared into her car even faster. She gave a low growl to herself before gripping the steering wheel as tightly as she could with both hands, and taking a long breath. She sat in silence for a moment, not making a single movement. Her fingers started to tap at the steering wheel. Thump. Thump. Thump. She took another breath, trying harder than before to calm down. Her fingers began to tap faster than before.

"WHAT THE HELL, TRACE!?" She growled at herself for a moment before fumbling in her pocket to find her keys.

"You ditch me on the day of our presentation…the presentation that YOU assured me you could handle…" She jabbed her keys into the transmission and turned them violently. Before she could pull out of her parking spot a knock echoed from the passenger side door. She looked over, annoyance covering her face.

Standing at the door a young man standing only a little taller than her, with pale skin and pitch-black hair. He wore all black, a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, black jeans, black shoes, and to top it off a pair of black sunglasses. Jessie lowed the window and the boy leaned in giving only a crooked smile and tipping his sunglasses to show his chocolate brown eyes.

"Get in, Reaver, before I run you over…" Before she could finish her sentence the door had been thrown open and slammed shut. Reaver instantly laid the seat back, as if this was their daily routine.

Jessie could only sigh and pull out of her spot and work her way out of the parking lot.

"Thank Azulongmon." Trace smiled as the sun shined down on him. In the distance he could see it. Giant toy blocks of every color lying together, the hills that surrounded the area even seemed to be made of a giant quilt that had engulfed the world. It was all so beautiful and peaceful; it would be hard for even the most vicious of warriors to have an unpleasant thought here. Reaver and the others hadn't exaggerated when they had said it was a unique experience, though one you don't want to face often.

As trace wondered farther and farther into the Primary Village he began to see small cribs, many of which held digi-eggs or even small baby digimon. None of them were the one he was looking for.

"Excuse me. Are you a digidestand." A happy voice echoed from behind him. Trace instinctively stopped and turned on his heel to face the voice. Standing before him was a small red digimon with blue stripes covering his body.

"I'm here to help you, no reason to get anxious." Elecmon smiled and held out a hand. Trace returned the smile and extended his hand to the small creature.

"Thank you. My name is Trace. I'm a member of the messengers. My partner was defeated, and…honestly that's never happened. He would probably be in his baby form."

"Well, I've had quite a few partner digimon show up recently. It's been fairly unusual, lots of messengers and even a few guardians have lost their partners…" Elecmon's voice trailed off on the thought. His eyes went pale for a moment before he turned his gaze back to Trace. "Who would your partner be?"

"A YukiBotamon, if he's in his baby state. A Koromon if he's made it back to in-training." Trace mustered a hopeful smile and Elecmon nodded.

"I know exactly who you're talking about. He's a troublemaker, that's for sure. He's challenged other in-trainings and even rookies to fight claiming he could beat them all. It wasn't until I told him he wasn't a prisoner that he calmed down." Elecmon closed his eyes and frowned to himself before giving Trace a disapproving look.

"He…means well…" Trace could only sigh as Elecmon began to lead him deeper into the village.

"Can you believe that inconsiderate ass!?" Jessie screamed gripping the wheel tight as she could. Reaver nodded to her a moment, his hands behind his head. He couldn't give less of a shit to anything she had said.

"No Jess. No I can not."

"Seriously where the hell could he be!?"

"I don't know, but can I get out of the car now?" Reaver leaned the seat forward and reached for the door handle. The two had made it back to Jessie's house nearly an hour ago.