You are trapped.
"Who are you?" Dolph demands, turning in a tight circle. It's dark, it's still. He hates it. "Who are you?"
You need to stop fixating and HELP your friends. They can't do it without you.
"Do what?! I don't even know what you're talking about!"
The digital world will correct itself of this imbalance, but it can't do that if you're trapped here, like this, the voice continues, echoing. Intense. You couldn't help Zack Ryder when he injured himself, do you really want to risk the others getting injured as well? When you could actually do something?
"What-" he's yelling before he realizes he's back, conscious once more. The sky is dark blue overhead and... it's quiet. Still. He looks around desperately and realizes that everyone's unconscious, lifeless around him. "Dammit!" Scrambling, he finds his digivice and holds it up. "Impmon!"
His partner stirs, digivolves. Leaps forward and deflects Gladimon's swords before stabbing his staff into the digimon, overwhelming him with various powerful elements until he shatters into pieces of data with a scream.
Dolph watches as Wizardmon returns to his side, a concerned look on his eye. "I'm ok," Dolph promises him. "Let's go wake the others up, get them help. C'mon."
As his partner walks off to do just that, Dolph stands very still for a moment. "Thank you, Ancient Garurumon."
