Author's Note: I love these things! Author's notes are fun! You can ramble on for hours and hours and hours, and no one will care! It's so much fun… nevermind…

Chapter 3: Explanation

Elizabeth slid a plate of grilled cheese onto the table in front of Sy and Brad, then sat down herself. Brad took one of the triangle shaped wedges, Sy doing the same. They growled at each other as they both took a bite out of their wedges. Elizabeth sighed, passing a wedge down to WhiteTigramon, who was under the table.

"Look boys," she said, "I know neither of you are going to like this, but I have to have this happen."

"What's 'this?'" Brad asked angrily. Elizabeth sighed again.

"It'll take a minute to explain, but here goes:

"A few days ago, I was with my long-time mentor, Seasteiriasmon. He is a wise old prophetic digimon who knows a lot of things. Anyways, I was talking to him, and he said that Brad might not be the Legendary Tamer, and th-"

"Great…" Brad mumbled. Elizabeth smacked him on the head.

"What happened to you? You've gotten more sarcastic!" she shouted, "I'm not finished!"

Brad smiled at her for a moment, but shut up. Elizabeth paced around, blowing the bangs out of her hair.

"Seasteiriasmon said that you two boys are going to have to find the prophetic digimon that he has sealed part of his soul in…"

Brad and Sy exchanged glances. Elizabeth sighed, grabbing her bag and opening it while the two boys began to sort things out. She took out a bottle of Smirin' Off Ice, popping the bottle cap. It landed on WhiteTigramon's nose.

"When you two are quite finished…" Elizabeth said, taking a swig from the bottle. Brad thought for a moment, then looked over to Elizabeth.

"Hey," he said, "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Elizabeth asked, taking another large mouthful from the bottle. Brad stood up for a moment.

"Hey, don't you think that's a little irresponsible?" he asked. Elizabeth and Sy both stared at him, and then, Sy laughed.

"Irresponsible? Isn't it your job as a brother to make sure ESSE is okay?" he asked. Brad turned his head to Sy, growling.

"Don't YOU have a sister?!" he demanded. Sy growled, kicking Brad in the shin. Brad yelped, sitting back down quickly. Elizabeth sighed.

"What's wrong Brad?" she asked. Brad stared up at Elizabeth for a moment.

"Sy kicked me…"

"No, I meant when you stood up and asked me what I was doing…"

Brad nodded.

"Oh… I just… didn't know… wanna accompany me to something?" he asked. Elizabeth blinked, then nodded dumbly, drinking the last of what was left in the bottle. Brad smiled.

"Okay, I'll go find something of Esse's that… she might have left… and then we can go… and Sy…"

"Yeahyeah, no hurting, killing, or defacing anyone or anything…" Sy mumbled, closing his eyes and folding his arms. Elizabeth smiled.

"He's un-armed, so don't worry abo-… wait, what she might have left?"

"Long story… tell ya later…"