Note: Hey guys, it's me the crazy author ;) I was just wondering, if any of you guys are Italian or can speak fluent Italian, read over the Italian part and let me know if I did it right. I don't know anything about Italian, so let me know if I said words out of order or something, trust me, FreeTranslations isn't too helpful when it comes to phrases! (I know some Spanish and some words have to be rearranged)

You are my Sunshine…

Time: Four years ago

Location: Sewers

"Kari, can you hear me?"

"Izzy, do something!"

"I don't know what to do," Izzy said, shaking. "She's dying and I'm not sure what to do!"

Tentomon flew in front of Izzy. "Well, look on your computer, or check her, or something!"

"Check her, right." Koromon bounced over to Kari and put an antenna on her throat. "Her heart beat's weak, but I don't think it's that."

"The result of blue around her mouth means she's not getting enough oxygen to her lungs."

Izzy leaned over and put his ear to her chest. "She's wheezing so her lungs must be contracting."

"She's what and her lungs are con-what?" Koromon asked, curious.

"He said she's a geezer and her lungs are compensating," Tentomon guessed.

Izzy managed to smile despite the situation. "No silly, her lungs are collapsing in on themselves. The only way to save her is to get oxygen back into her lungs."

"And we do that, how?" Koromon asked. Izzy got up and ran to his computer.

"Let me just get my laptop-" He stopped. Sometimes, there won't be time for knowledge…you have to use your instincts sometimes.

Instincts.

"But, what do I do?" Izzy thought as Kari's words floated around in his head.

"Izzy?" Tentomon asked, worried. "It's not normal of you to converse with yourself."

Izzy spun around to look at Koromon and Tentomon. "Do you guys know CPR?"

"What's 'VCR'?" Tentomon asked.

"I think I know what that is," Koromon answered. "Tai showed me when we were in the Real World. It's a sort of machine that you put into another machine to play a machine."

"Oh, I see," Tentomon said. "Which machine?"

"We're running out of time," Izzy exclaimed. "Never mind, I'll do it myself!"

"You're going to put a machine in Kari?" Koromon asked, frowning. Izzy ignored him and dropped to his knees next to Kari. She was barely breathing, but she looked so peaceful. Like an angel…

Izzy shook his head. Don't think like that, Izumi. She's Tai's younger sister and I'm only doing this to keep her alive.

Izzy hesitated, then pinched Kari's nose and pushed Kari's chin so her mouth was partially open. Koromon and Tentomon watched in awe a few feet away. Izzy squeezed his eyes shut willing himself to get this over with. Without any further hesitation, Izzy gently placed his mouth on Kari's bitter cold one.

Time: Present

Location: Kamiya Residence

"It's so quiet in this house."

"You can say that again, it's only because there are no kids in the house."

"Hey! Get your feet off the table!" Mrs. Kamiya leaned over the kitchen counter to yell at her husband whose feet were resting on the coffee table of the living room. Mr. Kamiya grinned at his wife.

"Alright, sorry," he said, only taking one foot of the table. Mrs. Kamiya sighed and resumed cleaning the dishes.

"I swear, you're worse than the kids sometimes," she added. Mr. Kamiya flipped on the TV and clicked it to the sports channel. Mr. Kamiya grinned.

"Hey look! It's Tai's team playing against Italy! He's led the team up by ten points."

"That's my big boy," Mrs. Kamiya said, dipping a plate in sudsy water. The phone rang as Tai scored a goal on TV, and Mr. Kamiya was too energetic to get it. Mrs. Kamiya dried off her hands and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is this Kari's mother?" the voice asked.

Mrs. Kamiya placed the phone between her ear and shoulder in order to use both hands to dry off the plate. "This is she."

"Wonderful," the voice said. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for awhile."

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Kamiya asked as she threw the rag back on its shelf.

The voice hesitated. "Well, it's about Kari."

Mrs. Kamiya put the phone back in her right hand. She clutched the plate to her heart in her other hand. "What's wrong with my little baby? And who are you?"

The voice hesitated once more. "Well, sorry, I must've forgotten my manners. I'm Mrs. Izumi, Izzy's mother."

"Izzy's mother," Mrs. Kamiya repeated. A smile spread a cross her face. "That gentle child is yours?"

"Yes, he is," Mr. Izumi said proudly. Her voice faltered. "But, it's not Izzy we're talking about. I just got a call from Izzy maybe 45 minutes ago, saying he was at the hospital with Kari. I went to check up on him, you can imagine how scared I was when I got that call, and when I asked the doctor if he'd seen Izzy or Kari, he said Kari was being hospitalized."

"What?" Mrs. Kamiya exclaimed. He fingers were turning red from squeezing the phone too hard. Mr. Kamiya stopped watching TV and turned to his wife, his face curious and worried. Mrs. Kamiya turned away from him.

"Yes, I know, and it gets worse," Mrs. Izumi continued. "I asked if I could see Kari, and they let me in to see her. When I looked at her, well, she was in horrible shape. However, just as I left, Kari started fidgeting, like she was having a fit or something, and then she was still…"

"…I…"

"This may be shocking, and it's going to be really hard to explain, but…Kari's slipped into a coma. The doctors don't think she has a chance. I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you this."

Mrs. Kamiya couldn't find her tongue. "…Okay…"

"Once again, I'm sorry. I'll do what I can to help though. Good-bye now."

Mrs. Izumi hung up, and the only thing that could be heard now was the dialing tone of the phone. Mrs. Kamiya dropped her plate, and it shattered into a million pieces as it hit the floor. She crumpled to the floor, the phone sliding away from her. Mr. Kamiya walked over to his wife and knelt beside her. He cuddled her as she cried in despair.

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"Whoa!"

"Matt, you're on my leg!"

"Izzy, you're squishing my elbow."

"¡Heehee, lei due ragazzi sono molto il comico!"

Matt's vision finally settled in, and he found himself in a room.

A girl's room.

Matt quickly jumped up while managing to free his leg from the wrath of Izzy, and looked around. It seemed he was in a room of an 11-year-old girl; flower-print wallpaper looked fresh on the walls, a four-poster bed sat in a corner draped with flora sheets and pillows, and the room was covered in stuffed animals galore and topped off with a huge circular white rug on top of an oak floor. It seemed Matt and Izzy had landed in the middle of the large rug. Matt turned around. A girl of about 11 was looking at them; her large green eyes stared at Matt as she brushed curly auburn hair from her tanned face.

"Ciao," she said, her Italian fluent and clear. "¿La sono gli amici di Sora?"

"Ciao," Matt answered weakly. Izzy picked himself off of the ground and brush loose lint puffs of off his shirt. Matt turned to Izzy.

"What'd she say?" Matt whispered. Izzy glared at him.

"How am I supposed to know Italian?"

"But you know everything," Matt whined. A smile crept on Izzy's face.

"You sound just like Davis. And just where are we?"

"Nella mia stanza," the girl answered. A clueless look washed over Matt and Izzy's face. The girl giggled. "Scusa. I didn't realize you didn't speak Italian. Mi chiamo Carina."

"I understood that," Izzy said, grinning. "Hello Carina, doesn't that mean nice in Italian?"

Carina nodded. "Sì, I'm sorry about before. I asked if you were friends of Sora?"

Matt admired her accent, it added a nice twist to the Japanese. "Ciao, mi chiamo Matt. And this is my amici, Izzy."

Carina grinned at Matt. "You're accent is hard to understand. Anyway, Sora sent me an email that you guys were coming."

Matt realized this must be her room. And he realized something else. If Sora knew this girl, and she wasn't surprised at the fact that Matt and Izzy just flew out of the computer, then that meant-

"Are you a digidestined?" Matt asked. Carina smiled.

"I am. You two must also be digidestined, corrija?"

Izzy and Matt nodded. Carina's face turned serious.

"My parent's aren't home right now, so this would be the perfect time to take you to your friend. Come on, I'll take you."

Matt and Izzy looked at each other, than at Carina, but she was already opening her room door.

"How do you propose we get there?" Izzy asked. Carina popped her head back into the room.

"You're in Italia now, we travel by motor scooters."

Matt and Izzy looked at each other.

"I'm not even old enough to drive, yet," Matt moaned.