Dean coughs, struggling to sit up. His lungs are burning, everything hurts, and he can barely see an inch ahead of him. Darkness overwhelms everything and he can't make sense of anything. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself up the rest of the way and looks around. Zack, Dolph and Alberto, and their four partners, are scattered around in front of him, unmoving. "What the hell is this-"

There's a sharp laughter and a horrifyingly long claw reaches out, grazes his jaw, forces him to look up. "You're not wrong," a horned creature tells him. "This is hell..."

Dean twists his lips, watching him uncomfortably. "Otamamon!" he yells out, not that surprised when his partner doesn't budge. "Dammit, what've you done to them?" He struggles to his feet and grabs Otamamon, shaking him. "Wake up!" There's still no response and Ambrose swallows, trying to see something anything through the gloom. "Oh come on," he grunts.

The vicious Digimon leans over him, teeth and claws working together to frighten Dean for the first time in a long time. "Welcome to the Dark Ocean. The place of your demise." He laughs wildly as Dean glares up at him.

-x

"They are missing! What are we going to do?" Miz exclaims, shaking his Digivice in Luke's face. "The sensors- they're not showing up on the map anymore. They just... they were here one minute, and gone the next. What the hell is going on? It's bad enough we've lost Alicia, now Zack, Ziggler, Del Rio and Ambrose are gone too? What are we supposed to do?"

Luke swallows, staring down at the map that is only flashing three dots for the three people before him. "This was not part of the plan..."

Mike frowns at him. "What plan?! What is going on?"

Luke looks up at him finally. "This is your responsibility, Mike Mizanin. You are the only one who can save your friends. It is time I tell you everything. Come with me, please."

As Wade and Heath sputter in disbelief, Luke leads Mike away to talk in private.

-x

Back on earth, in a thin, twin-sized bed, Ricardo Rodriguez sits up, gasping and gripping his sheets tight in his hands. Out of the window, he can see the moon, can hear the soft sounds of nature that's become common since he'd arrived in India all of those months. But he can find no comfort in it, his skin crawling and tears welling in his eyes. "El Patron," he gasps out, covering his mouth with his hands. His Digivice is under his pillow and he pulls it out, staring at the screen. He'd let Veemon out, here and there, when alone, but for the most part, his partner's been very quiet since Ricardo had begun training the Indian students. "What can I do? What can we do?"

Afraid that there's nothing he can do from here, Ricardo hugs his knees against his chest and tries not to think too heavily about how Alberto needs him, about how it feels as though Alberto's just... disappeared abruptly.

-x

Likewise, Seth Rollins finds himself frozen mid-rehab, frowning down at his knee as he stretches it out. Something feels... off. He instinctively grabs for his Digivice, which is off to the side with his wallet, staring at it. "Ambrose, what the hell did you get yourself into now?" he mutters, getting to his feet with little struggle. He's progressed in leaps and bounds since the surgery mid-November, and he can taste the need for competition on his tongue, hoping that he'll be back in the ring sooner rather than later... but for now... his former Shield brethern, something tells him, is in some deep shit.

There aren't many earth-bound Digidestined, but himself, Punk... AJ Lee... and Ricardo, not that the former ring announcer would be much help over in India... "Would three of us be enough?" Seth wonders aloud, tapping the screen of his digivice. "Couldn't hurt, huh?" He digs around for his phone and dials a rarely used number. "Hey, Punk. I need a favor..."