Wrestlemania brings about a shift. There are injuries, there are title changes, there are various things that ripple through the data that formulates the Digiworld. Then there are injuries, and the draft, and firings, and little by little, the Digiworld destabilized more and more.
Losing Sakuyamon sends more ripples through the world, causes more disturbances in the power levels, leaves the world more susceptible to data loss and viral infections.
Luke is still a little off-kilter after everything that went down with Sakuyamon, but he can feel it, little by little. The world shifting under his fingertips as he watches the screens of his monitoring set up. "I don't know what to do," he says quietly.
Louise is standing behind him, eyes flickering uncomfortably from one screen to the other. "What is happening?"
"I'm not sure," he says. "Nothing feels the way that it should." He turns and looks at her. "I need to summon the digidestined. I know the rosters have changed a lot in the last few weeks, and we need to figure out the new groups."
Louise nods. "Yes, that is necessary." She stares over his shoulder at the list of wrestlers. "I can help you sort through it."
"Yes, please," he says. "But I need to discuss it with the groups as well, make sure they understand how dire things are becoming. I had hoped it would ease up a little bit with Sakuyamon's defeat and purification, but it has not."
"It feels like it's gotten even worse since then."
"Yes," he sighs. "Will you help me to explain to them?"
"Of course," she says, approaching and resting a hand on his shoulder. "I would be honored to."
He nods. "Thank you," he says, laying his hand over hers and squeezing gently. "I would be lost without you, Louise."
She smiles. "I know." As he begins summoning the digidestined to the world to figure out this next stage in the Digiworld's history, she stays steadfast by him, eager to help in any way she can.