VI

"So are you actually here because you miss us?"

Koh raises an eyebrow at Raigo, typing into his computer. "Yes, obviously. There's not much else out there anymore so we came back here."

"Hmm. Are you sure no weird readings came here and you followed them?"

Koh looks up at Raigo's smile and rolls his eyes fondly. "The radar broke months ago. We were just too far away. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," is the dry response.

"How are the others doing?" Koh and Sayo had survived the fall of Digital via their digivices but the rest, the non-zombified rest, had been shoved into tubes. Well, most of the rest. The chiefs were wandering somewhere, looking for the gods.

"Night Claws are waking up faster," Raigo says, pulling him from the old terminal system. Koh lets his chair be tugged with a put upon face, though he doesn't mean it, he never really means it with any of them.

"Of course they are." Sayo will be smug for days. "Any other good news?"

"Eggs are coming back."

That explained where Sayo went. Maybe this time their partners would be there. "And…?"

"The Chiefs are on the way back. With a restoration program. You may not have to go scouting again any time soon."

Koh drops his mug.