Tsurugi barely looked at Greymon -or his egg, rather- but he tried, he tried to look for Shou. What had happened to him? He was there too? Was Peckmon okay?

Ami said not to worry. Said she would call, she would fret and it would be fine because it was in the mold. Forget the mold they were friends, right?

Of course they were, Ami told him. But something's important to Shou.

And didn't that make it important to all of them?

A nagging pair of figures muddled through his brain like a loose tooth. Then they were forgotten.