Chapter five: Lessons of Sailor Scout-dom and Phantom Mesmer-ness

In this chapter the world where the crossing lies shall reveal itself.

It was all starting to thoroughly tick me off. Every few seconds, Scarecrowmon looked to his right and muttered, "No, no, no", as if he could see something. He kept staring at his scythe all the while, too.

"Just *what* are you looking at?!" Ken finally got mad and shouted.

Scarecrwomon giggled, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Why? What do you see?" Kari asked.

Scarecrwomon shook his head, "Nothing you don't, and I just know this thing's not reacting, it should if she's gone through one of the doors."

"What doors?" it was my turn.

Scarecrowmon snapped his fingers, "Those doors." Thousands upon thousands of doors revealed themselves to us. Each one had its own nameplate hanging off what looked like a doorknocker on its wrought gold surface.

Ken groaned, "How many are there?"

Coolly, the red mage answered, "Presumably an infinite number. No one has ever tried to count."

".and you've been to them all?" Kari wanted to know.

"A good many, see, not all of these doors lead to different dimensions, some lead to different *time* and place. If it happened since the end of Silver Millennium in Earth Prime, I've been there."

The former genius inquired, "So.. what's the difference between a Sailor Mini and other Sailors? And why couldn't Gennaii and this.. Sailor Pluto just call you by your Digimon name?"

Scarecrowmon responded by hissing and growling in a language that was not thought up by an omnivore. Those growling syllables had to have come from the mouth of something more.. predatory.

"Didn't catch that," Ken answered.

"That was Valkyrie for you try and teach an infant whose language was little more then sharp growls and clicks to say 'Botamon', and *then* we'll talk. As for Sailor Scout power levels, each Scout starts its training as a Sailor Mini, who then graduates to full Sailor, Super Sailor, and more. Oh, look, she went this way."

Scarecrowmon pointed at the very top of his scythe where the black stone set in its head was glowing. He turned toward the door that the instrument reacted to and read the tag for us.

"Andromeda. Pretty and tranquil enough."