Now Dean's gone. Heath bites at his lower lip, staring out over the distance. The Raw Digidestined are all missing except for Owens, and now the Smackdown side is experiencing some losses, and... He's not sure what to think, where to turn. He wishes Rhyno was with him, but his tag partner hadn't been selected to become a Digidestined yet, so... He closes his eyes and exhales roughly, pressing his thumbs into his eyes.

He hears quiet footsteps behind him and offers a weak smile to Lopmon, who hops onto his shoulder. "It's awfully quit," he says lowly.

"Yeah. I don't like it," Heath mumbles. Silence is never good, especially when it comes to wild animals and weather. Just means something's around the bend, waiting to strike. He wants to be aware and cautious but there are so many thoughts running through his head that it's hard to focus, to sense what's going on around him.

It's almost not a surprise when he hears a chittering noise behind him. He's just turned in time to look when something sharp and painful embeds itself in his neck. He staggers and feels his balance go wonky, every inch of him tingling as he stumbles back and hits the ground, staring up into the blue sky. He thinks he can hear Lopmon screaming his name but that falls silent too, everything goes dark around him.

"Shit! Heath, c'mon, man, say somethin'!" It sounds like Enzo. Hands are pushing on him, trying to get him to respond, to breathe, something, but he can barely think much less open his mouth... Finally he shakes some of the cobwebs loose, though, and finds strength somewhere to sit up. Grips Enzo's arm and grits his teeth against the tingling nausea hijacking his senses.

"What happened?" he finally chokes out, before gagging against the vile taste in his mouth. Water is offered and he sips it down desperately, looking up to find Cass sitting in front of him.

"We were all taken," Seth's gravelly voice says from somewhere in the shadows. Heath glances around and can see Dean, wrapped up in silk string, and Alicia nearby as well.

"Well, guess we should get this party started, huh?" he asks sarcastically, dropping back with a flop and a groan. "What got me anyway?"

"Little baby digimon called Budmon," Enzo says. "Poisonous barbs or somethin'. Had to pick 'em outta your neck. It was pretty nasty."

"Don't feel so bad though, Dean got caught by the same kinda creature," Cass offers before cringing, Dean's muffled growls audible all the way over here.

"Great, makes me feel a lot better," Heath exhales, closing his eyes. "Aw hell, what about Wrestlemania?!" he realizes, sitting up with a rush and automatically regretting it.

Enzo helps him lay back down. "Not much we can do about all'a that, I guess," he mumbles, clearly hating missing another opportunity at the belt.

They're all still sitting there, ruminating, when there's a loud commotion and Kevin Owens, Miz and Dolph Ziggler are all thrown in, all in varying degrees of unconsciousness. "Oh great, the whole gang's here," Cass sighs, before going to help Enzo collect them all, take the best care of them that they can.