Kari rushed up the stairwell of T.K.'s apartment building, nervously anticipating Yolei's fury. She reached Yolei's floor and practically sprinted down the hallway to her friend's door. Kari had barely raised her arm to knock when the door was jerked open, revealing a very stressed Yolei. Before Kari could say anything, Yolei grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, slamming the door behind her.

"Where have you been!" Yolei exclaimed. "Do you know how worried I've been? First you and T.K. don't show up to school then I try calling your house but no one answered, then I checked the digivices but you weren't in the digital world. And then when you didn't come this morning I really started to freak out."

Kari shrank back from the taller girl, her purple hair flying out, emphasizing her anger in an intimidating way. Inside her, Kari felt truly guilty for not having contacted Yolei last night. Then remembering what she had done last night, she prayed that she wouldn't have to explain it to Yolei.

But, as if on cue, Yolei looked at her curiously, "Wait a minute…are those T.K.'s clothes? Were you with him all day yesterday? Oh my God Kari, what have you two been doing?"

Kari's stomach dropped, but she told Yolei everything, starting with her and T.K.'s disagreement Thursday night and up to Matt's visit. She included the details about T.K.'s injury and her strange new healing ability, but did not mention the details concerning their sleeping arrangements.

While Kari explained, Yolei led her into her bedroom and the two sat down on the floor, Kari still continuing with her story. When Kari finally cut herself off, Yolei gave her a curious, but not disbelieving look.

"So T.K. came to rescue you," Yolei finally replied, "does this mean that you two are an item?"

Kari sighed. Yolei had a one track mind.

"Well he's taking me to the dance tonight," Kari answered.

"Umm hmm," Yolei nodded, still speculating all of the information Kari had just given her. "Okay, before we leave for my uncle's hair salon, I just want to know why you're wearing T.K.'s boxers."

Kari felt all of the heat rising to her face as she remembered the green and black patterned boxer shorts she was wearing. Yolei smiled at the other girl's discomfort. She pulled out a pair of sweat pants for her to put on and they left the apartment, Kari desperately trying to explain how Patamon had shrunk her clothes.

The two spent a luxurious day lounging in Yolei's uncle's salon. As the two sat for what seemed like hours having their hair curled and put up, Yolei found a great opportunity to inform Kari of all the gossip she had missed out on in school on Friday. Eventually, however, Yolei did manage to turn the conversation back to Kari's new relationship with T.K.

"So what exactly happened last night? I mean, after Matt left? You spent the night there, didn't you?"

"Yolei! Nothing happened," Kari cried, knowing perfectly what Yolei was hinting at.

"Are you sure?" Yolei went on, "There's nothing that you want to share?"

"Well, actually," Kari replied, "there is something I wanted to ask you." Yolei immediately looked interested, if the hair stylist had not been standing behind her curling a chunk of her hair, she would have leaned forward and put her face directly in front of Kari's.

"How exactly did you know that the underwear I was wearing was T.K.'s?" Kari asked, and the two girls erupted into laughter.

"I have my ways," Yolei answered and they settled back into their chairs.

When their hair was finally complete, they headed back to their own homes to finish preparing. Kari walked home slowly, not wanting to jostle her hair. To someone watching her she might appear to be a young girl walking slowly, enjoying the beauty of the sunny Saturday morning, but in actuality, two completely opposite parts of her were conflicting inside.

Part of Kari wanted to dance down the sidewalk, celebrating the brilliant new day and that something new and wonderful was happening between her and T.K. But the other part of Kari held Piedmon's face fixed in his mind, recalled memories of the first time they defeated him, and replayed images of what he would do to the digital world if they didn't stop him soon.

With a heavy heart she followed the familiar path to her apartment. She opened the door to see the same sights that always greeted her when she entered, yet today they seemed more comforting and less monotonous.

She walked past the kitchen and noticed her mother sitting on the couch watching her usual soap operas. However, as soon as she noticed that her daughter had entered, she clicked the television off and stood up to hug the girl.

"Oh Kari," Mrs. Kamiya said as she squeezed her daughter, "it feels like it's been days since I've seen you. I hope you and Yolei had fun. It's so great that you have friends that you can spend days with."

Once again Kari felt guilt curl inside her stomach. Her mother believed that she had spent Friday night with Yolei. By not telling her the truth Kari knew she was lying to her mother by omission, something that Kari had rarely ever done before.

"It feels good to be home mom," Kari replied. "But I really don't have much time. T.K. is coming to pick me up at six for the dance and I still have to pick out a dress and do my make-up…"

Mrs. Kamiya smiled at Kari, gripped her shoulder and led her towards the bathroom. Once they were there, the older woman began to pull out all types of beauty products.

When Mrs. Kamiya finally declared Kari finished, she turned to Kari and told her that she had one more surprise for her. "I have a good idea about which dress you should wear," she said. "How about instead of one of your old ones, you wear this dress that I picked up at the mall the other day." She gestured towards a black garment bag draped over a kitchen chair that Kari hadn't noticed as she walked in.

Hurrying over to it, Mrs. Kamiya slid the protective covering off, revealing a gorgeous pink dress. Kari rushed to her room to put it on, loving it more and more every second. The dress was strapless and floor length, made of a soft, flowing fabric. She zipped up the back and walked back into the living room where her mother was waiting.

As soon as Mrs. Kamiya saw Kari in the dress she gave an involuntary gasp. With her fantastic hair, sparkling eyes, and the dress that clung to her perfectly she looked more like she belonged in a castle or a mansion than their little apartment.

Kari looked at the clock. It was five fifty-five, so she sat down to wait for her date.