The kids soon left the hospital without causing much trouble. They were
still discussing about Joe's fate as a doctor and Odaiba Elementary
School's fate as a Digimon Hospital when they saw a big, grand building. It
was about three storeys tall and mostly made of glass. It seemed to be some
sort of indoor theatre or something like that. A place where famous people
made speeches and stuff, that is. A lot of people were entering the
building. The kids headed for a small office near the building. It turned
out to be a ticket booth, selling tickets for that day's speeches.
Being curious, the kids headed forward.
"Excuse me," Cody said politely. He had to stand on tiptoe to just reach the ticket booth window. "Can you please tell us what speeches are held today?"
"Let's see," the bespectacled lady behind the counter said. She turned to that superbly modern computer the kids had seen just now. "A speech by Yamato Ishida, the famous astronaut, will be held in ten minutes. It will last for about half an hour. He and his digimon are going to talk about their visit to the moon. Following that is a speech by Professor Koushirou Izumi, giving a speech on science and technology. You probably won't be interested by that."
"Of course we will!" Izzy cried. He was jumping up and down and for some strange reason, panting and spluttering excitedly like a fish out of water.
"You must admire that professor a lot." The lady remarked.
"Er, I, I do!" Izzy cried. "I want a ticket for his speech. How much is it?"
"Ten dollars." Said the lady.
"No problem at all!" said Izzy, fishing out his wallet.
Matt turned to the lady calmly. He did not want to make a fool out of himself, like Izzy did.
"A ticket for the Great Yamato Ishida's speech, please." He said.
"What about us?" Tai asked as the two bought their tickets.
"You guys can stay outside and wait for us." Izzy said.
"HEY!" the kids cried.
"Why don't you come with me, Sora," Matt said kindly. "I won't leave you behind."
"Oh, Matt." Sora whispered, stepping forward.
"One more ticket please," Matt told the lady.
TK was fuming mad.
"Matt could have brought me along instead!" he fumed. "I'm his brother!"
After buying the tickets. Matt and Sora entered the building. Izzy loitered around, looking impatient.
The rest looked at each other.
"They can't leave us out like that," said Davis crossly, "Let's buy our own tickets and go in ourselves."
"Why don't YOU pay," Joe said, "I, for one, don't even have five dollars with me!"
"Yeah!" The others chorused.
"Excuse me!" a stunned voice cried from behind them.
The group turned around and saw a rather good-looking man wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. He looked at the group in amusement. "You guys look familiar. . ."
"We do?" Ken said, suddenly realising who this man might be. "Oh, we do! Which one of us are you? You can't be me. Or Davis. And you're definitely not any of the girls. Or Joe. Or TK. Are you Tai? Or maybe you're Matt! You dyed your hair! Or Izzy! Wow! Or you might be Cody. Not likely."
"Ken, are you okay?" Yolei whispered to the excited boy.
"I'm Cody, actually." Said the man pleasantly. "Please do not judge a book by its cover. I'm a lawyer!"
Cody squealed with joy and fainted.
* * *
"Oooooh, Matt, how can I ever repay your great kindness for bringing me along," Sora whispered.
Matt smiled playfully. "With a kiss, maybe?"
Sora beamed and pecked Matt on the lips. "Ah! That felt so good."
Then, silence fell over the audience and a man stepped on stage with no other than a Gabumon.
"Gabumon! He looks the same as before," Matt whispered.
The crowd began cheering upon seeing the two. Matt studied his future self's looks. "Okay, I guess," he thought to himself. "I look a bit like Dad, though."
The older Matt had launched into a speech about his experience on the moon. Gabumon held up a small piece of moon rock for proof as well. The younger Matt was enthralled. He had never imagined himself becoming an astronaut! But anyway, he seemed even more popular than when he was in the Teenage Wolves, and flying to the moon seemed liked a very good idea.
". . .And now, it is time in which you can ask me questions about anything you like! As long as it's not too private, of course!" the older Matt said with a wink. The audience at once got up from their seats and crowded around eagerly, asking questions and holding out T-shirts, autograph books or stuffed dolls for Matt to sign his name on. Matt and Sora joined the crowd as well.
It took about ten minutes before Matt and Sora managed to question the Older Matt. By then, they were about the last. Older Matt took a look at the two and gasped. He flashed the rest of the puzzled crowd a dazzling smile and ushered the two backstage.
"This is going to take some explaining," Sora sighed.
Older Matt stared at the two of them. "Who are you?" he whispered. "I know your faces. Tell me!"
Matt and Sora managed to make a long story short, and explained everything in just a few minutes. Older Matt looked stunned.
"Where are the rest?" he asked.
"The others are waiting outside," Matt said.
"Tell me," Sora butted in suddenly, "Are you married?"
Older Matt's face turned bitter. "I was," he answered slowly, "But we got a divorce."
Matt looked upset. "Do you have any kids?" he asked.
"Yes," Older Matt answered. "Two kids,"
Sora looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she said, "Whom did you marry and divorce?"
Older Matt looked rather awkward. "It's private."
"Come on!" Matt persisted. "Tell me. I'm you, after all! It won't hurt."
"Yes it will." Older Matt looked at the two. Their arms were around each other. "You should leave it all to fate."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Sora asked.
"NO!" Older Matt cried, losing his temper suddenly. " Believe me, you wouldn't want to know. Especially since. . ." he sighed deeply. "All I can say is, leave it to fate." He pushed the two out gently. "You better leave. It's about time for the next speech. You have to go."
* * *
As Sora and Matt left the building, feeling very confused, Izzy leaned back against his comfortable seat and waited for the next speech. He hoped Cody could wake up soon. If it were him, he certainly wouldn't faint from meeting his future self! In fact, that was the whole point of this travelling to the future thing. Izzy already had a list of questions planned out. "What do you think of your job? Are you married? Any kids? Tell me about your job! Where do you work in? What's your monthly salary. . ." Izzy had it all planned out.
Izzy also noticed, with much irritation, that the number of people that attended HIS speech didn't seem to be a lot. In fact, less than half the seats were occupied! When Matt and Sora had came out, Matt had triumphantly announced that the seats were all practically taken up during his speech. Sora, on the other hand, kept fretting over whom Older Matt had gotten a divorce with. Izzy had a bad feeling that it was her, but he had thought better not to say anything.
Just then, a red-haired man stepped out. The audience clapped politely. Izzy leaned forward eagerly, wanting to catch a better glimpse of his future self. Izzy had never imagined himself to be able to be so tall! His hair was a lot lesser, though. Izzy touched his hair self-consciously.
Older Izzy's speech might have bored the other digidestined, but not Izzy. He was fascinated by the theories (yawn!) that his older self had thought of! The great computer software he had invented! Izzy was very happy.
When the speech ended, Izzy dashed up to his older self while the rest of the audience left. "Excuse me!" he called. "Excuse me!"
Older Izzy turned. His eyes nearly popped out of its sockets when he saw Izzy. Izzy ran up. "Hullo!" he cried.
Older Izzy looked bewildered.
Before Older Izzy could do anything, Izzy began explaining about why he was here. Then he began his questions.
"Are you married?"
"Yes." Said Older Izzy.
"Do you have any kids?"
"Yes, I have a daughter." Said Older Izzy.
"What's your-"
"She's seven this year and very adorable! We dress her up in different dresses everyday. She loves lollipops."
"Do you like your-"
"Wait! I'm not done yet!" Older Izzy exclaimed. "Don't you want to hear about your future child? We named her Ivy. She's so cute! She's very interested in my theories. She understands practically every one of them! She's a genius. She-"
"But. . ."
"WAIT! She studies in a school for geniuses. Her teacher says she's a very curious and clever child. Oh dear," he glanced at his watch. "I've got to pick Ivy up from school! Bye!"
"Wait." Izzy faltered. But Older Izzy was gone. Izzy slumped to the floor and moaned. His unanswered questions!
Being curious, the kids headed forward.
"Excuse me," Cody said politely. He had to stand on tiptoe to just reach the ticket booth window. "Can you please tell us what speeches are held today?"
"Let's see," the bespectacled lady behind the counter said. She turned to that superbly modern computer the kids had seen just now. "A speech by Yamato Ishida, the famous astronaut, will be held in ten minutes. It will last for about half an hour. He and his digimon are going to talk about their visit to the moon. Following that is a speech by Professor Koushirou Izumi, giving a speech on science and technology. You probably won't be interested by that."
"Of course we will!" Izzy cried. He was jumping up and down and for some strange reason, panting and spluttering excitedly like a fish out of water.
"You must admire that professor a lot." The lady remarked.
"Er, I, I do!" Izzy cried. "I want a ticket for his speech. How much is it?"
"Ten dollars." Said the lady.
"No problem at all!" said Izzy, fishing out his wallet.
Matt turned to the lady calmly. He did not want to make a fool out of himself, like Izzy did.
"A ticket for the Great Yamato Ishida's speech, please." He said.
"What about us?" Tai asked as the two bought their tickets.
"You guys can stay outside and wait for us." Izzy said.
"HEY!" the kids cried.
"Why don't you come with me, Sora," Matt said kindly. "I won't leave you behind."
"Oh, Matt." Sora whispered, stepping forward.
"One more ticket please," Matt told the lady.
TK was fuming mad.
"Matt could have brought me along instead!" he fumed. "I'm his brother!"
After buying the tickets. Matt and Sora entered the building. Izzy loitered around, looking impatient.
The rest looked at each other.
"They can't leave us out like that," said Davis crossly, "Let's buy our own tickets and go in ourselves."
"Why don't YOU pay," Joe said, "I, for one, don't even have five dollars with me!"
"Yeah!" The others chorused.
"Excuse me!" a stunned voice cried from behind them.
The group turned around and saw a rather good-looking man wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. He looked at the group in amusement. "You guys look familiar. . ."
"We do?" Ken said, suddenly realising who this man might be. "Oh, we do! Which one of us are you? You can't be me. Or Davis. And you're definitely not any of the girls. Or Joe. Or TK. Are you Tai? Or maybe you're Matt! You dyed your hair! Or Izzy! Wow! Or you might be Cody. Not likely."
"Ken, are you okay?" Yolei whispered to the excited boy.
"I'm Cody, actually." Said the man pleasantly. "Please do not judge a book by its cover. I'm a lawyer!"
Cody squealed with joy and fainted.
* * *
"Oooooh, Matt, how can I ever repay your great kindness for bringing me along," Sora whispered.
Matt smiled playfully. "With a kiss, maybe?"
Sora beamed and pecked Matt on the lips. "Ah! That felt so good."
Then, silence fell over the audience and a man stepped on stage with no other than a Gabumon.
"Gabumon! He looks the same as before," Matt whispered.
The crowd began cheering upon seeing the two. Matt studied his future self's looks. "Okay, I guess," he thought to himself. "I look a bit like Dad, though."
The older Matt had launched into a speech about his experience on the moon. Gabumon held up a small piece of moon rock for proof as well. The younger Matt was enthralled. He had never imagined himself becoming an astronaut! But anyway, he seemed even more popular than when he was in the Teenage Wolves, and flying to the moon seemed liked a very good idea.
". . .And now, it is time in which you can ask me questions about anything you like! As long as it's not too private, of course!" the older Matt said with a wink. The audience at once got up from their seats and crowded around eagerly, asking questions and holding out T-shirts, autograph books or stuffed dolls for Matt to sign his name on. Matt and Sora joined the crowd as well.
It took about ten minutes before Matt and Sora managed to question the Older Matt. By then, they were about the last. Older Matt took a look at the two and gasped. He flashed the rest of the puzzled crowd a dazzling smile and ushered the two backstage.
"This is going to take some explaining," Sora sighed.
Older Matt stared at the two of them. "Who are you?" he whispered. "I know your faces. Tell me!"
Matt and Sora managed to make a long story short, and explained everything in just a few minutes. Older Matt looked stunned.
"Where are the rest?" he asked.
"The others are waiting outside," Matt said.
"Tell me," Sora butted in suddenly, "Are you married?"
Older Matt's face turned bitter. "I was," he answered slowly, "But we got a divorce."
Matt looked upset. "Do you have any kids?" he asked.
"Yes," Older Matt answered. "Two kids,"
Sora looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she said, "Whom did you marry and divorce?"
Older Matt looked rather awkward. "It's private."
"Come on!" Matt persisted. "Tell me. I'm you, after all! It won't hurt."
"Yes it will." Older Matt looked at the two. Their arms were around each other. "You should leave it all to fate."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Sora asked.
"NO!" Older Matt cried, losing his temper suddenly. " Believe me, you wouldn't want to know. Especially since. . ." he sighed deeply. "All I can say is, leave it to fate." He pushed the two out gently. "You better leave. It's about time for the next speech. You have to go."
* * *
As Sora and Matt left the building, feeling very confused, Izzy leaned back against his comfortable seat and waited for the next speech. He hoped Cody could wake up soon. If it were him, he certainly wouldn't faint from meeting his future self! In fact, that was the whole point of this travelling to the future thing. Izzy already had a list of questions planned out. "What do you think of your job? Are you married? Any kids? Tell me about your job! Where do you work in? What's your monthly salary. . ." Izzy had it all planned out.
Izzy also noticed, with much irritation, that the number of people that attended HIS speech didn't seem to be a lot. In fact, less than half the seats were occupied! When Matt and Sora had came out, Matt had triumphantly announced that the seats were all practically taken up during his speech. Sora, on the other hand, kept fretting over whom Older Matt had gotten a divorce with. Izzy had a bad feeling that it was her, but he had thought better not to say anything.
Just then, a red-haired man stepped out. The audience clapped politely. Izzy leaned forward eagerly, wanting to catch a better glimpse of his future self. Izzy had never imagined himself to be able to be so tall! His hair was a lot lesser, though. Izzy touched his hair self-consciously.
Older Izzy's speech might have bored the other digidestined, but not Izzy. He was fascinated by the theories (yawn!) that his older self had thought of! The great computer software he had invented! Izzy was very happy.
When the speech ended, Izzy dashed up to his older self while the rest of the audience left. "Excuse me!" he called. "Excuse me!"
Older Izzy turned. His eyes nearly popped out of its sockets when he saw Izzy. Izzy ran up. "Hullo!" he cried.
Older Izzy looked bewildered.
Before Older Izzy could do anything, Izzy began explaining about why he was here. Then he began his questions.
"Are you married?"
"Yes." Said Older Izzy.
"Do you have any kids?"
"Yes, I have a daughter." Said Older Izzy.
"What's your-"
"She's seven this year and very adorable! We dress her up in different dresses everyday. She loves lollipops."
"Do you like your-"
"Wait! I'm not done yet!" Older Izzy exclaimed. "Don't you want to hear about your future child? We named her Ivy. She's so cute! She's very interested in my theories. She understands practically every one of them! She's a genius. She-"
"But. . ."
"WAIT! She studies in a school for geniuses. Her teacher says she's a very curious and clever child. Oh dear," he glanced at his watch. "I've got to pick Ivy up from school! Bye!"
"Wait." Izzy faltered. But Older Izzy was gone. Izzy slumped to the floor and moaned. His unanswered questions!