Shinsuke looks calm as he walks through a field of flowers, Coronamon nuzzled into his shoulder. Carmella, Miz and Ziggler are nearby, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Shinsuke stops after a moment and looks over his shoulder. "Miz," he calls out, waiting until the man realizes he's being called, and walks up to Shinsuke.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Shinsuke tickles Coronamon lightly before glancing over at Mike. "John Morrison is back in the WWE," he says simply.

Mike blinks. "Yeah," he muses. "He is. What about it?"

Shinsuke smiles a little. "I will talk to Luke, get him to join the Digidestined soon."

Mike stares at him. "Sure? But I don't think he has a partner."

Shinsuke hums. Reaches out and grazes his fingers against Monodramon's forehead, smiling when the dragon's eyes flutter at the caress. "Of course he does," Shinsuke says in his enigmatic way, before walking forward and leaving Mike behind to gape at him in confusion.

"...Other than me?" he mumbles, before shrugging and rejoining Ziggler in searching for what's set off their digivices in this area.

"Did he say anything that made sense?" Ziggler asks, smirking as Mike shrugs at him.

"No, not so much," he sighs. He wonders what Shinsuke could possibly be thinking, wanting to drag a potential civilian into this messed up world, but ultimately Mike shrugs and decides to trust in Shinsuke and Luke. Worst comes to worse, I'll be here to keep him safe. Hopefully.

He's still lost in thought, barely aware as they are attacked to the left, blinking roughly as he looks around. "Monodramon!" He spots the creature attacking them and has to refocus on him because his first thought is, simply, "Grouch?" when he sees the cause of the explosions but no, it's far from a muppet- this creature is pink skinned and sinister, a demented grin on its face as it leans out of a trash can, leering at them all. A rocket launcher type weapon in one hand, and a trash can lid in the other, it's no doubt he's a dangerous enough opponent, but they can't let that stop them.

Monodramon and Impmon circle him, the lights of their digivolution seeming to intimidate the creature, until he snarls at their champion forms and suddenly... hops out of his garbage can as easily as breathing. "Oh shit," Strikedramon mumbles as Wizardmon anxiously hovers behind him, keeping a watch out for anything too out of the ordinary.

"STRIKEDRAMON!" Mike cries out, jaw dropping as Garbagemon leaps out of his can suddenly and tilts it towards them, Wizardmon feeling his strength wavering as he stares into the yawning, black hole that seems to be hungrily begging for him to approach. "No," he mumbles even as his determination wavers.

"Wizardmon!" Ziggler yells out warningly, running closer.

"Don't!" Mike snaps at him, reaching out to grab him and hissing through his teeth when the commotion turns the empty, cruel eyes of Garbagemon onto them. "Oh shit," he gasps. "Now he's done it. What... what should we do..." His gaze can't leave the can either, the black hole only seeming to grow the longer they stare at it, demanding they come to it in a way that's hard to ignore or deny. "I..." Mike thinks about his family back on earth, about John- Luke's determination to make him digidestined, perhaps before he'll be able to do anything, and... and...

"He'll die," Mike breathes out loud to himself. "Without me here to keep an eye on him, to protect him, he..." But his steps are faltering, coming closer as the black hole encourages him, suspicious urges deep in his mind whispering to him, encouraging him to approach. Another step, and another, and- he can see power rushing through the dark hole within the trash can, and oh man, he's so close, he's-

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Strikedramon moves so quickly, it's dazzling- one minute he's trying to brace Wizardmon against something, and the next, he's slashing his wrists through both trash can and digimon, shattering them to pieces before landing smoothly a couple feet away from Mike. "Are you ok?!" he demands, scrambling forward to look Mike over.

"Ye- yeah," he says, feeling breathless and more than a little dizzy at the sudden lack of foreign energy suffusing his body. "Just gimme a few minutes, ok?"

"Of course, whatever you need," Strikemon murmurs, reaching out to stroke his fingers through the soft hair along Mike's nape. "I'll be nearby."

"Thank you," Mike sighs as he's once more left alone. He stares up at the crystal blue sky and grimaces. He wants John safe, but he can't deny having his best friend by his side in yet another endeavor would be incredible. "Shinsuke seems to think he has a partner out there somewhere," Mike whispers. "It feels selfish and ridiculous, but... I want him here."

The only real concern Mike has now is how John might react to the news that there's such a place as the Digiworld. And how Mike's been keeping this part of his life from him.