"I need to talk to you," Seth says.
Dolph sighs, shoulders tense as he turns to look at him. "What about? We're not friends, Rollins. I don't know what you think I'd want to help you with."
"The Digital World," Seth says. "Since you've decided to show your face around WWE again, you can help us with that too."
Dolph closes his eyes and shakes his head. "What's going on?"
"There's a digimon named Valdurmon," Seth says, dark eyes locked on Ziggler as he leans against the wall leading into the locker room. "Apparently excesses of data can make it lose itself and attack wildly. Sound familiar?"
Dolph freezes over his luggage and turns slowly to look at Seth. "The Dark Ocean?"
"I think it's all connected, yes," Seth tells him. "You're connected to all of that more than the rest of us, so I think you should be the one to come and help us figure it out."
Dolph scrubs at his face. "What does Luke say?"
"Luke told me this," Seth tells him. "He said specifically that it's because of the data filling the ocean. Something needs to be done, you should've figured this out years ago instead of running off to focus on your dumb little comedy tours. Does anyone even laugh at those?"
Dolph rolls his eyes. "I don't know, Seth, I'd invite you so you could find out for yourself, but your laugh sounds like a cat getting kicked and I won't make my crowd sit through that."
Seth snarls at him. "Fine. Whatever you say. Are you going to come help us or not?"
"Yeah," Dolph sighs, thinking it might be just as well to finally make sense of this, to rid himself of the guilt that had haunted him since he'd abandoned the Digiworld to sink or swim on its own. "I'll go. Not sure if I can figure out how to help, but I'll do what I can."
"About damn time," Seth sighs, pushing past him to walk to the Digiport where the others are all waiting to go. "Let's do this thing, then," he says, holding his digivice up. "Digiport open!"
