It was a hot Thursday afternoon, and anyone with a right mind wouldn't be out in it. However, Angel had a job to do and she was determined to do it.

Angel has grown up quite a bit. Now she's 27 and has medium length blonde hair, layered, and a little more stylish clothes than in her youth. She continued traveling to the digital till about a year ago when she landed her job with the New York Times. However, she did find means of chatting with Darina over the computer.

These days, Darina's been staying at and around Jedi's' house, running errands for him. When young digidestines get lost, she's always happy to straighten them out.

The sad thing is that every country except the U.S. agreed to let all children visit the digital world. Only the chosen ones (ones whose digimon came to them) were permitted to travel there. Angel herself was illegally dealing with digimon because she wasn't registered. Luckily, they don't keep close track of that.

Knowing a bunch about this is what landed her the job in the first place. Though the newspaper couldn't publish the article due to the fact they weren't allowed to speak of digimon out in the open, it was well written and earned her a spot as a journalist.

Today, a space shuttle (named Gabu) was to return from a trip to the moon at NASA. Her job was to interview the crew about the journey and find out if the flag was really there.

Once more, she looked down at her notes. She'd managed to the whole crew's names except one. A male about 28-29 years old and from Tokyo. He was currently living in Orlando, Florida right now. Under the paper with that info was a assortment of papers just like it on other crew members.

Gabu landed rather nosily, causing dirt to fly and the ground to shake slightly. The sun continued to beat down and Angel couldn't help but rub some excess sweat off her forehead. Good thing she'd decided not to wear that coat. Quickly, she dashed toward the launch pad where the crew members were exiting the shuttle. Many reporters crowded around her.

"Sir-"

"May we have just a minute of your time-"

"What was it like-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen, these astronauts are tired having just landed. There will be a time for questions later," announced a spokesperson, ushering the crew into a van. "Now, who's the woman representing the New York Times?"

"That would be me," said Angel, walking forward and shaking the man's outstretched hand. "Angel Peterson."

"Pleasure to met ya mam' ," he said. "I'm Andrew Steward, spokesperson here at NASA. There's no more room in the van, so you'll have to ride in the jeep. I hope that won't be a problem?"

"No," said Angel before making her way over to the jeep. Another reporter sat in the seat beside hers. He owned the lightest blonde hair she'd ever seen and bright blue eyes. He had on a pair of tan pants, blue business shirt and tie.

"Hello," he said, greeting her. "My name's Willis. You are?"

"Angel Peterson," replied Angel as the jeep started to move.

"I knew I'd seen you before," said Willis. Then he leaned over and whispered, "You have a digimon named Darinamon, right?"

Angel nodded and smiled. She remembered him too. The two had defeated an area covered in darkness once when she was 14.

"How's Terriermon(?) and Cocoamon?" she asked.

"Don't know," said Willis. "I haven't been to the Digital world in 5 years."

She nodded again and looked out the window. In her mind she could see Darinamon, running through the forest, happy as could be.

"So, you're a reporter now?" asked Willis. Angel, having spaced out, took a minute to respond.

"Yeah, New York Times. I have a summer home down here though. Willis, what newspaper do you write for?"

"The Chicago Times," said Willis, laughing. "Did they only grant the important newspapers private access?"

"Apparently," said Angel, glancing over her notes. "Maybe you can help me. Do you know this crew member's name?"

"Yeah. His first, anyway. It's Yamato. But I don't know his last…..I met his brother once before, his name is T.K. He had a digimon as well…..Patamon, I believe……."

Angel could tell Willis was trying hard to remember Yamato's last name. He always tried hard at everything he did. She leaned back and relaxed. They were almost there and the center was coming into view. Willis finally gave up and apologized for not being much help.

"That's ok, I'll just have to ask him myself."

The two laughed and the jeep came to a jerky stop.

"Sorry about that," the driver apologized.

"That's ok, my car does the same thing," said Angel, getting out.

"Does it really?" asked Willis once the jeep took off.

"No, but it sounded like the right thing to say," answered Angel briskly back.

They entered the building and were greeted by a woman with brilliant brown hair and vivid green eyes. Willis couldn't help but slightly drool, causing Angel to laugh quietly.

"Hi, I'm Amelia Smithies, 2nd spokesperson for NASA. Before I take to the interview room, I must explain the rules. No personal or offensive questions are to be asked unless you're just talking. You may not ask any questions that are about a separate project here at NASA. Also, we have a group picture for the two of you, so you won't have to take any pictures."

"We already know all this," said Angel. "It was in the letter?"

"Oh, right. Well, I guess that was a waste of time," said Amelia, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment. "Follow me and I'll take you to the Media Room."

And with that, Amelia led the them to the room in which the crew now sat, dressed in regular clothes.

"Gabu crew," said Amelia, "this is Willis of the Chicago Times"-Willis nodded in recognition- "and this is Angel of the New York Times."

"Hi," said Angel, glancing around. Then she stopped at the sight of a boy, or should I say man, that she thought she would never see again. Sure enough, she wasn't dreaming. It was Matt from the Digital World.

"Thank you Amelia, you can leave now," said a man Angel recognized as the captain, James E. Lee.

Immediately, Willis walked over to the captain and started talking. Angel took a few minutes, but finally managed to walk over to a woman named Ana Gene, and began to interview her. Matt just sat and starred at Angel in disbelief.

After she interviewed just about everyone, Matt walked over to her.

"Aren't you going to interview me?" asked Matt. "It's the least you could do since I saved your life once."

"That's true," answered Angel. "But, I have to get going. I'm due back for a meeting."

"How about tonight? Let me take you out to dinner."

Angel hesitated, but agreed. Before leaving, she turned back and asked one last question:

"What's your full name Matt?"

"Yamato Ishida," replied Matt. She once knew him as a young boy full of darkness. Now he was full of light and life.