Ten year old Matt Ishida trudged on through the never ending woods in search of himself. Being in the Digital World had its advantages. He could be alone by when he wanted.

"I don't need those Digidestines," said Matt aloud, "I'll be fine on my own."

"Wait for me Matt," yelled a voice in the distance. Soon a furry creature appeared behind him. It had white fur and yellow skin, blue steaks on his fur and red eyes (OC: I'm not sure about this). Doggish looking, he had a peculiar mark on his chest and a horn sticking out of his forehead. He was a digimon.

"Why aren't you with the others?" asked Gabumon, Matt's digimon.

"Because Gabumon, I need to find myself. And the only way to do that is to be alone," said Matt forcefully, pushing his way through a bush. "There's just some things-"

However, he stopped short. Looking down his eyes rested on something unexpected. A girl.

She looked about nine or ten years old, her face down in the ground and her medium golden blonde hair covering her head. Matt bent down and rolled her over. She was unconscious.

"Gabumon, get some water and fast," he said, picking the girl up and carrying her over to a shaded spot.

First he leaned toward her, making sure she was breathing. She was, but very faintly. Next he grabbed the water Gabumon came back with, which he'd placed inside of a bowl he'd found mysteriously by the river, and picked a leaf, wetted it, and placed it on her head. Matt looked over her to make sure nothing else was wrong. The girl did have a black eye but that was it.

'If only Joe were here,' thought Matt, then shuddered. No, Matt didn't need Joe. He was fine by himself.

"So, what are we going to do?" asked Gabumon.

"Take care of her I suppose. Until she's better."

Sighing, Matt started preparing the camp for that night.

The moon seeped between the tree branches as Matt trudged through the forest in search of wood for the fire. Crisp, cold air bit at his skin, leaving invisible holes. Matt rubbed his gloves up and down his arms in attempt to warm them.

Depression still had a hold of this sandy-blonde headed boy, but its grip was starting to loosen slightly. Matt's eyes even began to lose their charm. The once intelligent and lively eyes were now dull and lifeless.

Finally, out of the blue, Matt found a pile of freshly cut wood. He quickly picked some up and hurried back to camp. After having Gabumon start the fire, he leaned back and started thinking.

"Hey Gabumon," Matt said suddenly, "what happened when I was gone?"

"Oh , nothing really," Gabumon replied in an offhand voice. "I did manage to catch some fish."

"That's good," said Matt. He then leaned over and changed the girl's leaf, replacing. Yet, as he was taking the old leaf off something peculiar happened.

On the girl's chest flashed an unusual marking of white. Her blonde hair flung out along with her necklace flailing out from under her shirt. One the necklace was an angel. Matt reached out his hand to touch it and instantly it fell back down on her chest and hair fell gently back to her shoulders and became very still. The image also disappeared.

Something else happened too. As if magic the girl's eyelids opened to reveal emerald green eyes that were very vivid.

"Were am I?" she asked in a tired tone.

"Just rest now, you'll be ok," said Matt calmly.

Next thing you knew her eyes were closed and she fell asleep. He then leaned against a tree beside hers' and pulled out his harmonica. Instead of playing a certain song, he just kept playing whatever note he could think of. In his head he started putting words to the song:

You turn away,

From the light,

Thinking you'll be okay.

But then again,

You could be wrong,

And there could be nothing to gain.

It was a very somber song, full of meaning to him. Soon, he realized as he shut his eyes to sleep that, for once, he'd actually felt ok. And he realized something else.

He was no longer alone.