He wasn't exactly sure how much time passed as he knelt with her sleeping in his arms, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Angemon stood quietly in vigil, letting their time pass in a calm silence. Takeru picked up her D-3 again from where he had discarded it and puzzled over the device some more. Eventually, she stirred slightly. As she did, he hooked her D-3 next to his. He felt her fingers briefly clench around the fabric of his shirt before she gave a cry and pushed away from him. She looked in his eyes with panic again for a few seconds before recognition flashed in them as he said soothingly, "It's all right."

She nodded mutely. He wondered if she could even understand him. He contemplated trying to talk to her in the French he learned while he had been living in France, but figured the likelihood of her being from France was probably slim. Deciding he should just start at the beginning, he said, as he pointed to himself, "I'm Takeru."

Her eyes went past him to stare at Angemon. Takeru followed her gaze and smiled. He waved a hand at his partner as he said, "That's Angemon." Hoping he was getting his point across, he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, "What's your name?"

She opened her mouth, but shut it again almost immediately as her brows furrowed in confusion. She shook her head at him slightly a slight helpless and mild panicked look in her eyes. Thinking she just hadn't understood him, he pointed to himself again and said, "Takeru." He pointed back to Angemon and said, "Angemon." He pointed to her again and asked, "What's your name?"

She shook her head again and shrugged. She opened her mouth again, but closed it just as quickly, shaking her head once more. A suspicion crept into Takeru's mind, due to her rather strange behavior. "Can you talk?" he asked, not knowing if it would have any use.

Her eyes met his and she slowly shook her head. "You can understand me?" he asked a little incredulously. Slowly, she nodded. Takeru pondered this new information of the girl knowing Japanese (because as far as he knew, there weren't any other Japanese Digidestined besides their group) and the girl's strange inability to speak. She shrugged helplessly again.

An idea struck him, but he needed to go back to the real world. He certainly wasn't going to leave her here, especially without a partner in sight. "Will you come with me?" he asked her as he stood up and held out his hand. She stared at his hand for a moment, before her gaze lifted back to his eyes. She hesitated for another second before she gave another slow nod and took his hand. He helped her to her feet. They turned to Angemon who stood patiently waiting. "I need to go home," Takeru told his Digimon. He glanced back at the girl before turning back to Angemon. "I think perhaps we need Pegasusmon," he added.

Angemon nodded. "All right, Takeru," he said before he de-Digivolved back to Patamon. As he reached into his pocket for his D-Terminal, he felt the girl take a cautious step back. He turned and saw the wariness in her eyes as she stared at Patamon. "Have you never seen a Digivolution before?" he asked surprised. He was really wondering where her partner was. She shook her head quickly at him. He smiled reassuringly at her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay," he told her. "He's a friend. Trust me."

She nodded at him after a moment's pause and stepped closer to him. Takeru smiled and turned back to Patamon before saying, "Digi-Armor Energize!"

"Patamon Armor Digivolve to…Pegasusmon, Flying Hope!" Takeru felt the girl squeeze his hand tightly as her other hand came up to grip her arm, but she didn't step away. Pegasusmon knelt so Takeru could climb aboard. The girl climbed on behind him and gripped her arms around his waist. They flew back to the portal where Takeru asked Pegasusmon to stick around in case her partner showed up sometime. Pegasusmon nodded before saying, "I'll see you soon, Takeru."

Takeru said good-bye and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her into the real world with him. "Come with me," he said to her and walked into the living room. He sat her down on the couch and said, "Wait here. I'll be right back."

He walked back into his room and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. He walked back out and sat down next to her. Using the coffee table he wrote: Can you read this? He pushed the paper in front of her and set the pencil on top of the paper.

She picked up the pencil and in tidy, neat handwriting wrote: Yes. She looked up at him again.

Grinning because his idea worked, he asked her again, "What's your name?"

Her attention was back on the paper as she wrote: I don't know.

Alarmed at her words he asked, "What do you mean you don't know?"

I can't remember. The first thing I remember is seeing you. She added another helpless shrug as she finished writing, her eyes downcast.

"I need to call Jyou," Takeru muttered voicing his first thoughts after hearing this as serious worry crept into him. If the girl had amnesia, then she might have a more serious injury than he could see. When he stood up, the girl gripped his arm. He looked down at her panicked eyes. She pointed at the paper where she had written: What is it?

"I think you might have amnesia," he told her. "I have a friend who might be able to help. I'm going to call him, all right?"

She nodded and let go of his arm. He went to the phone and dialed Jyou's number. Somewhat surprising, he answered.

"Hello, Jyou," he replied to his friend's greeting. "It's Takeru. I have a bit of a problem. Are you busy?"

"Sort of," Jyou said. "But I can spare a few minutes, I guess."

"I…uh…well, I found a girl," Takeru said sort of wondering how he should explain the problem.

There was a distinct pause where Jyou said nothing as Takeru thought of where to begin in his explanation of finding a random Japanese girl with no memory in the Digital World. As he was thinking, Jyou finally said, repeating Takeru's own words, "You found a girl."

"Yes," Takeru confirmed a little put off by Jyou's flat tone.

"Not that I'm not flattered that you would ask me for advice, but why didn't you call Yamato?"

"Why would I call Yamato?" Takeru asked thoroughly confused.

"I'm willing to give what advice I can, of course," Jyou continued. "But I really do think Yamato would have more input."

Takeru was about to ask what Jyou was talking about when it clicked. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "No, no, that's not what I meant," he hastily added. "I mean, I found a girl as in I found her. Unconscious."

"Oh. Right," Jyou said. "Tell me what happened." His tone became serious at Takeru's words.

"She's awake now, but I think she might have amnesia because she can't remember anything."

"Do you know the hospital my dad works at?" Jyou asked.

"Yes," Takeru said with a wry smiled having just been there last week.

"Can you get her there?"

"Yes," Takeru said worry beginning to take over again.

"Take her and I'll meet you there."

"Okay," Takeru agreed and they hung up. He turned back to the girl, whose hand was writing something on the paper he had given her, but her eyes were staring at the opposite wall. He frowned. Even if she didn't have a name that she could remember, he couldn't keep thinking of her as "the girl". He thought about the flowered field that he had found her in and figured there were worse things he could call her. "Hey," he said quietly walking up behind her. She startled and stared up at him. "Sorry," he added softly. She nodded and continued to look at him expectantly. He shifted slightly on his feet. "Since you can't remember your name, do you mind if I call you Hana?"

She shook her head and gave him a small soft smile, the first he had seen on her face since meeting her. He felt a pang in his chest at the sight of it, but shook the feeling away. It would be really stupid of him to start liking a girl that didn't even know who she was. He froze for a second at the thought wondering where it had come from. His eyes broke contact from hers and fell upon the paper where she had been writing. His eyes widened in shock when he saw what she had written. She had written his name, correctly no less, and underneath it she had written: hope.

"Why did you write that?" he asked quietly. She looked down at what she wrote. She looked back at him and shrugged with confusion in her eyes. It was simply impossible for her to know what his Crest was, even not factoring in the memory loss. While it wasn't necessarily a secret among the Digidestined that their original group was the one that once held the Crests, it wasn't really something they had talked about with the international Digidestined. Either it was a complete coincidence that she had randomly written the word "hope" or there was something in her memory that caused her to write this. Then he remembered Pegasusmon and his "Flying Hope", he said. It may have been that she picked up on that and wrote it. He smiled at her. "Never mind," he said smiling at her. "My friend says I should take you to the hospital in case you might be hurt. Are you all right with that?"

She bit her bottom lip and stood up. She gripped his sleeve between her thumb and fingers. She looked at him with wide imploring eyes and he thought he understood what she was asking. "I'll be with you the whole time. I promise." Relief came into her eyes and she nodded.

Luckily, it wasn't a very far walk to the hospital, ten or fifteen minutes at the most. He wrapped her up in his extra coat and gloves. He plucked his white beanie off the rack and pulled it over her ears before bundling up himself. He made note that if she was going to be around with him, he was going to have to find her something else to wear. Perhaps Mimi would have something he could borrow for her.

They walked to the hospital where they met Jyou at the entrance. Hana warily shifted closer to him as he approached. "Hello, I'm Jyou," he said, introducing himself and holding out his hand. Takeru looked at Hana to find her looking at him. He nodded smiling and Hana took Jyou's hand and let him shake it.

"I've called her Hana, since she can't remember her name," Takeru supplied.

Jyou nodded. "She doesn't seem like she's very injured," he said to Takeru. "I've told my dad the situation, and he's ready to run some tests."

"I promised I'd stay with her," Takeru said.

Jyou smiled at him. "That shouldn't be a problem."

Hours later, after a few tests, found the trio in a hospital room with Hana in the bed, Takeru next to her and Jyou standing anxiously by the door. Dr. Kido, Jyou's father, walked in and they all looked up at him. He spoke quietly to Jyou, who nodded and walked out of the room. He then beckoned Takeru, who quietly assured Hana that he'd be right back and followed the doctor out of the room.

"Well, other than the amnesia, we didn't find anything to be concerned about," Dr. Kido said. "There were some bruises on her upper arms and shoulders, however. Can you tell us exactly where you found her?" This he directed at Takeru.

Takeru exchanged a glance with Jyou (having filled him in about finding her in the Digital World), who shook his head ever so slightly. "It was near my apartment," Takeru told him, bending the truth a little. "I'm not exactly sure where. Why?"

Dr. Kido stared at him for a moment, and Takeru resisted squirming under his heavy gaze. Finally he said, "She may have run away from someone hurting her and this amnesia and muteness is her mind's way of protecting her from the memories. This is just speculation of course, but it is possible. We've contacted the authorities, but no one has reported a missing girl."

"Can I take her home then?" Takeru asked.

Dr. Kido gave him another piercing glare. "You're hardly old enough to be her temporary guardian. I'm afraid I can't let her go with you."

Takeru blanched. He hadn't expected them to separate him from Hana. He didn't know why, but he had a sudden feeling that it would be a terrible thing to do. "But-but I'm all she knows," he protested. "She can't remember anything but me. It can't be good to separate her from that, right? Besides, I live with my dad and I know he'd been fine with taking care of her." Takeru actually was sure of this. All he had to do was mention the Digital World, and his father was prone to let him do whatever he felt was best.

"I can vouch for Mr. Ishida, Dad," Jyou put in. "And Takeru's right. I don't think it would be in Hana's best interest to separate her from the one person she knows and trusts."

"Very well," Dr. Kido said after a few seconds of tense silence. "I'll see what I can do."

Takeru felt very strongly that he didn't care what he had to do, no one was going to separate him from Hana, especially after hearing that someone might have been hurting her. He went back into the room and immediately went to her side. It was some time later, late into the evening, when Dr. Kido came back and gave him permission to take Hana back to his apartment. Takeru promised to call or come to the hospital immediately if any other symptoms came up and left his phone number with the doctor so that they could contact him if someone came looking for Hana.

Jyou offered to drive them home, since it was getting so late and it was rather dark outside. By the time they got home, Hana had started dozing off on his shoulder. He took her up to the apartment where he gave her some of his old clothes. "I'll be right outside," he told her, pointing out to the living room, where he planned to sleep on the couch and let Hana sleep in his bed. She nodded and put her arms around him in a hug, which he returned. She picked up a spare bit of paper and a pencil and wrote: Thank you. "You're welcome," he told her.

She climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets around herself. He watched her for a few minutes, until her chest was rising and falling in even breaths, telling him she had gone to sleep. He went out into the living room and sat on the couch. He quietly flipped through the television stations as he waited for his dad to get home.

Finally the front door opened and Hiroaki walked in. "Hey, Dad," Takeru said, standing up to face his father.

Hiroaki looked at him in surprise. "Takeru," he said. "What are doing up? You're usually in bed by now."

"I know," Takeru said. He smiled suddenly. "It is vacation, you know, though," he added casually. He knew deep down that he was stalling. Despite his earlier certainty that his father was be fine with Hana staying with them, now that the time had come to explain, he realized he really didn't know what his dad's reaction would be.

Hiroaki nodded. "I guess that true," he said, coming further into the apartment and standing a few feet from Takeru. "Guess with you going to bed early because you weren't well, I kind of forgot."

"There's also someone already in my bed," Takeru said as casually as he could manage.

Hiroaki froze for a second with his head tilted in confusion and thought. Then suddenly, he grinned. "Did Yamato stay over and kick you out?"

Takeru shook his head and decided to get it over with. "I found a girl in the Digital World today," he told his father. "She has amnesia. I took her to the hospital with Jyou and had his father check her out. No one's reporting a missing girl, so I convinced them to let me bring her home, because I'm the only person she knows now, until they can find her family. I told them you would be fine with it, and I thought you would be since I'm pretty sure she's a Digidestined like me and Yamato, and well…you know about the Digital World and everything." He said all this in a rush, not making eye contact, not sure he wanted his father to interrupt, in case he decided to kick Hana out. Takeru felt fury at the thought, knowing without a doubt that if his father sent Hana away, he would be going with her. He was surprised at the sudden strength of his feelings about this girl. He didn't know where they came from. He, after all, had known Hana for less than a whole day.

He lifted his eyes to meet his father's. There was a minute or so where his father looked at him with a strange expression, one Takeru couldn't really define. Finally, Hiroaki slowly nodded. "All right," he said. "She can at least stay during vacation. If they don't find her family by the end of it…well, we'll see," he finished.

Happiness burst through Takeru. "Thanks, Dad," he said grinning broadly and his dad jumped slight in surprise.

But then he grinned again. "Is she pretty?" Hiroaki asked slyly.

"Dad," Takeru said with exasperation, but he could feel his cheeks redden in embarrassment.

His father chuckled softly. "Just asking," he said, putting his hands up in front of him. He told Takeru good night, which Takeru returned, before retreating into his bedroom.

With his father gone, Takeru pulled out some blankets and a pillow and set himself up on the couch, telling himself to call Mimi in the morning to see if he could borrow some things for Hana.