Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but I own Kitty and she is my own charry, : P



"Matt."

An image of a memory:

"What the hell is that?"

"It looks like a tornado, but it can't be; can it?"

"No way."

"It is! Look!"

Two fourteen year olds sit under a bridge. The town they live in has just seen its first tornado, and certainly not its last; the first tornado was followed by many others.

The two are awaiting the tornado's departure. One of them, a female, has caught the worst of the tornado storm. She was hit by a flying branch and is now paralyzed from the neck down.

The other, her boyfriend, was fortunate enough as not to get hurt. He holds her close.

"We need to get you medical help, Kitty." He says to her.

"If we move now, Matt, we'll be consumed by a tornado. Anyway, I doubt the doctors can help me." She replies.

"There has to be a way! They have to help you!" He says angrily.

"Hold me Matt." She whispers.

"I am."

"Please, don't let go."

"I would never."

"Its like that old movie. I'll be your Rose and you'll be my Jack. Except, your holding me."

"And I wont let go."

She dies peacefully in his arms. He closes his eyes and rests his head on hers. The bridge gives out and crushes them. They are forever immortalized as one.