The light from Kari intensified after Devimon's destuction, a pink beam where the monster had been standing moments before. LadyDevimon shrank back from it and into the shadows. Luckily, Angemon spotted her in his peripheral vision and quickly set Kari on her feet before darting after her, his staff raised in attack. It did not take much from Angemon to eliminate her, for the light had already weakened her greatly.
T.K. faced Gatomon, "is this Kari's light?"
"Yes," Gatomon answered, "who would have thought that it could fight evil as well as free Numemon?" T.K. would have laughed at her sarcasm but his attention was fixed on Kari. The teenage girl was standing upright where Angemon had left her, yet her eyes were closed, as if in sleep or some sort of meditation.
T.K. looked up to Angemon returning to their side of the clearing. Suddenly the world darkened as Kari's light faded and her eyes opened. She looked upwards, as if knowing what would occur next. Angemon was flying directly above the center of the clearing when a blast of energy flew out of nowhere straight towards him.
"Angemon, look out!" T.K. yelled, but the anonymous attack hit him directly, causing him to stumble out of the sky, returning to his rookie state as he fell. T.K. ran forward with his arms outstretched and managed to catch Patamon before he hit the ground. T.K. was pulling out his digivice to reattempt opening the portal home when a looming figure appeared before him. The figure yet another presence from T.K.'s nightmares, a monster in a huge green waistcoat, a face half black and half white, and two swords strapped across his back.
"So it's you," Kari said from somewhere behind T.K., "you brought back Devimon and LadyDevimon."
"Guilty," said the former dark master, Piedmon. "And I knew that you would follow her here to rescue her heroically without your friends."
"So this is some kind of revenge?" T.K. asked, a fierce, determined look set in his face.
"Oh, no," said Piedmon, grinning at T.K. and Kari's defenselessness. "This is an entire new plot to conquer the digital world. I'm just going to make sure that you two can't interfere this time around."
Piedmon raised his arms to attack the two young people but T.K. turned towards Kari and in one swift motion threw her D3 across the field where she snatched it out of the air. A second later Angewomon leapt into action above the clearing.
"This is going to be too easy," Piedmon laughed as he performed his infamous Clown Trick attack and a huge blast of water flew towards Angewomon, forcing her to fall to the ground. Once Angewomon was distracted, Piedmon pulled one of his swords free of its sheath and moved towards Kari.
"Trump Sword!" Piedmon called out as he lunged at her. T.K. saw what he was planning and ran at them. In one leap, he dived in front of the attack, pushing Kari out of the way.
Kari watched in horror as Piedmon's sword struck T.K. in his lower ribs. "No!" she shouted at the same time that Angewomon released one of her Celestial Arrows into Piedmon's back. The arrow would not destroy him, but did weaken him enough to back away. As he stumbled backwards, Kari lifted T.K. into his arms. The sword had fallen away but the wound was deep, and bleeding pretty badly.
She pulled out her digivice and shouted "Digi-Port open!" and thankfully the typically glowing light of the portal engulfed T.K., Kari, and Patamon. Moments later the three were back in the real world and away from Piedmon.
"Where are we?" Gatomon asked after she followed them through the portal and emerged from the desktop computer behind them.
"This is T.K.'s room," Patamon replied, "I wonder how we ended up here. This isn't were we went in the digital world at…"
"It doesn't matter," Kari interjected. She looked down at an unconscious T.K. who was lying on the floor in front of them, the sword wound in his torso quickly soaking his shirt in blood. "He needs help. Patamon go get some wet towels, or bandages, or anything we can use to stop the bleeding. Gatomon call an ambulance."
Patamon rushed to follow her instructions, but Gatomon looked at her quizzically and asked, "Kari how are you supposed to explain what happened? Or better yet, where you've been all day?"
"I'll make something up, or just tell them the truth. It doesn't matter if they believe me or not as long as they save T.K.!" Kari retorted.
Gatomon was still arguing with Kari over what they should do when Patamon returned with a heap of linen. He dumped the pile beside T.K. and watched as Kari grabbed a towel and began using it to apply pressure to his wound.
"Gatomon we need help," Kari whispered, struggling to hold back tears, "call Joe, or Sora, or Cody, or someone who would know what to do."
Gatomon turned and left the room in search of T.K.'s phone when Patamon asked Kari quietly, "is he going to die?"
After a moment Kari responded with, "I don't know Patamon." She studied T.K., carefully measuring the slight and shaky rise and fall of his chest. Beads of sweat were forming on his brow above his beautiful face. The enormity of losing him suddenly hit her like a tidal wave, and the tears she had been holding back fell involuntarily. There were so many things she still hadn't told him, now might never get the chance to. He was her best friend, her protector, and one of the only people she had ever really loved. She just cared too much about him to let him die.
Silently she leaned over his still body and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. As they touched a faint glow materialized around the two of them. Kari pulled her head away from him but still sat sort of hunched over him and she placed her hands on his injury without hesitation. The light grew brighter around her hands and her eyes closed in concentration. When she eventually retracted her hands from him, Kari's hands were blood covered, but T.K.'s wound had stopped bleeding and it seemed to have closed up.
Patamon stared openmouthed at the spectacle, as did Gatomon who had watched from the doorway. In fact all three were astonished, and then even more amazed when the pulled T.K's shirt off and rinsed away the blood to find not a mark or scratch on his smooth skin.