AN: Hey guys! I hope you've had a good couple weeks. I know it's a bit earlier than I said it would be, but it turns out that the first three weeks of my job are training in a hotel with not a lot to do after work. So I was able to crank out the second half of this.

So, the new Digimon shows. I'm excited for the next Digimon: Adventure sequel, even though I haven't had a chance to watch the Adventure Tri movies yet. That said, I'm not really excited for the Adventure Reboot series. I love the original crew as much as anybody, but I don't think every series needs to be about them, especially not a reboot. It seems like an odd choice after finishing up a series of sequel movies to go back and change things, and if they aren't careful it could be... a problem. But, hey, I'm just waiting for a Tamers sequel because it's my favorite Digimon Series, so maybe I'm a bit biased.

Anyways, responses.

To smartalec121: BG does have his own unique idea of honor, I suppose. But it makes sense that Beelzemon would Load any Digimon that died, right? He is the Sin of Gluttony. But no, it's not really a hard rule. BlackGuilmon's like two months old, so he's just figuring it all out as he goes. He wants rewards for his victories not from someone else's. He just happens to view scaring kids into dropping candy as his own victory. Because he's a mean, fire breathing toddler. We will see more about Jen as the chapters go on. And, of course I mis-spelled Yamaki as Tamaki. I have no idea why, but I have had to correct Tamaki to Yamaki in my head every time I write his name, so I was bound to mess it up eventually. Thanks for pointing it out. It's going to happen again eventually, sadly.

Episode 17: Stolen Digivice: Grounded Again!?

Jennifer sighed happily as she moved through the door to her apartment, tossing her jacket to the side before placing her bag on the kitchen table. "You are finally home."

Jennifer turned, pulling a gun out from the bottom of the table and pointing it at the intruder. Chiros and Koromon sat on her bed, unflinching in the face of danger. "What the hell?" Jen asked, exasperated. "Did you break in just to freak me out?"

"I didn't want to be seen and connect you to me. The front door would have certain... implications," he explained with a shrug.

Cadetmon poked his head out of Jen's bag. "Sadly, he's right."

Jen glared at him. "You couldn't have warned me?" she growled accusingly at her partner. "You knew a Digimon was in here!"

He smirked at her. "And that's why I knew you weren't in trouble. I've been close enough to Koromon for long enough to know his scent from other Digimon."

Jen narrowed her eyes, but put her gun back into safety and placed it back in its hiding place. "Well, what do you want?" she asked Chiros after a moment. "You obviously broke in to talk."

Koromon piped up, "So, did you learn anything?"

Jen sighed and sat down on a chair. "I was actually about to ask that myself. We haven't had a chance to talk yet," she remarked. She turned to Cadetmon, who had just struggled out of her bag and was pushing himself up on his stubby legs atop the table. "So, what's the news?"

He glanced around for a moment. "Well, there was a Digimon there. But when I tracked its smell that morning, it was coming from that girl's car." He hopped over to the edge and pointed at Chiros and Koromon who were walking in from the other room. "So it's probably the Dorumon you mentioned. What about you, Jen?"

She shook her head. "I didn't get anything definitive from the kids, but I did see something in the class list," she said, putting her chin in her hand. "I recognized one of the names, and I think it's a problem. Davis Estevez."

The air in the room got very cold. "You're sure?" Cadetmon asked. Jen nodded and he rubbed his temples. "That's not good."

"Agent Estevez is a child?" Chiros asked in disbelief. "But his confirmed human kills alone number in the dozens!"

"Yeah. He is," Jen confirmed quietly. She shook her head at the idea that a child would be called upon to do anything like that, surprised despite what she knew about Gethen. It didn't sound like something someone would do, not here at least. It still took most of her words away. "Which is... terrible."

Cadetmon shook his head. "And if Gethen gets his way, the kid with the Hazard Digimon will be even worse, so we have to focus on that for now," he interjected carefully. He hobbled over and tapped Jen's arm, comforting her for a moment. "And we'll keep our heads down and take this slow. We can't risk Agent Estevez finding us. He has the tactical and strength superiority. For now, we just need to make sure we can bug and track down Joryawa without Estevez or Anderson around to catch us."

There was a moment of silence before Jen snapped her fingers. "Detention. Joryawa was fifteen minutes late this morning, and I get the feeling that's normal for him," she explained. She nodded. "I'm sure I'll have the chance to give him detention soon. Maybe even tomorrow."

"Not bad. But we'll start next week. Continue as normal for now," Cadetmon said. He looked over and pointed at Chiros. "Once we do start, Koromon and I will stay here every school day until you get a chance to place the tracker and follow him. A Digimon will just make it more likely you get smelled when you put the tracker on his car and follow where it goes. Jen, when he's in detention, you can get his phone. Confirm it's a 3D and, if it is, place a bug in it. Chiros, can you get a bug or a tracker?"

"I should have extra in my kit," Chiros responded. "And I can make a basic one pretty easily if not. Trackers are easy. But bugging a 3D is... difficult."

"Basic training included some info. I can use my 3D to clone his signal, but it might take some time," Jen supplied, drawing a surprised look from Cadetmon. "What? It was human training, and you were still in a cell at that point, Wild One."

"Well then, it seems we have our plan," Koromon pointed out.

Caedetmon nodded, a sad and solemn look on his face. "We all have our part in the plan. You should leave to prepare, then return when the time comes to enact the plan."

"Yes, Sir," Jen said before patting the top of his head.

X X X

"Sorry! Sorry!" I shouted while barreling through the entrance to our base, panting and sliding to a stop. "Sorry! The new sub gave me a detention after I was late!"

"It was the fourth time you've been late in the last four days, you know," May pointed out, arms crossed while she glared at me. "Because of you, Davis made me do card analysis for fights!"

"It's important," Davis told her, annoyed. "Your Alphamon decision was good, but you only used a Digivolution card against Myotismon. Most people fall into the trap of thinking a Digimon doesn't need as much help just because they can Digivolve once. Most people lose their partners."

The room suddenly felt really cold. I glanced over at May and saw her staring at the ground, the words having hit her harder than me. She had warned me to stay out of fighting Digimon out of fear of how it would end. Us, fighting until we and our Digimon died at the hands of government agents. I guess that fear never went away. Dorumon walked over and nuzzled May's side. "We're both still learning, but we'll be the best ever soon!" she told May supportively. "Pretty soon, we won't even need Davis' and Huckmon's help!"

May smiled down at her partner and hugged her back. "Yeah, you're right."

Davis turned from them and glared at me. "I shouldn't be surprised you're so late, should I?"

I sighed and shrugged. No, no he should not be. "Where's BlackGuilmon?" I asked instead.

"Bored," BlackGuilmon said. He stomped out of the training room. "It does not matter that you finally got here. Without Digivolving, we can't do anything here."

I threw my arms up and snapped, "You're saying that like it's my fault!" May and Davis glanced anxiously at one another, then said something about having a few minutes before we were all going off to train May and Dorugamon in using their new Digivolution. They moved to the side and watched nervously, wishing it would stop. Makes all of us.

"It is!" he snapped at me.

I scoffed. "What!?" I shook my head and walked past him into the break room, ignoring the growling that was following. I turned on the TV to ignore him more, but he plopped himself down in front of it. The others were glancing around the doorway at us, watching the implosion. "Move, BlackJerkmon!"

"Admit you are the reason I cannot Digivolve!" he growled. His feet tightened and his claws dug into the ground.

I surged to my feet and got up in his face. "What kind of crap is that?" I growled back, putting a finger between his eyes and shoving him backwards. He didn't budge, but he did grow more pissed. "I've been bending over backwards to up our merge rate, while you've been pouting, growling, and moaning like a freshly hatched Digi-egg every time I ask you for help, BG!" I stopped and put a hand on my chin. "Actually, if it's anyone's fault, it's yours! You don't do anything to help!"

"I Load every Digimon we defeat. I'm doing everything I need to do to Digivolve. So the problem has to be on your side," he said calmly. He chuckled and growled at me. "It's like you don't even want to save your stupid, weak, human parents."

I glared down at him and felt my fists quaking at my side. I wanted to hurt him for that, for suggesting I didn't even care about my parents. "... I'm helping you Load living, thinking beings," I told him quietly. "Huckmon and Dorumon didn't need to Load Digimon. So maybe you're too weak to do it."

Unlike me, he was not able to hold in his rage. He spun around before I could respond, slamming his tail into my gut. I grunted and flew back, slamming hard into the couch. He growled at me, smoke rising from his nostrils. I thought he might light me on fire. But he turned and walked out, leaving me alone. I glared at him before pulling up my shirt and grimacing. Already, a large bruise was blossoming on my gut. "Ow..." I muttered while gingerly touching the bruise. I dropped my shirt and pulled out my 3D. A quick check of our merge rate had my heart hitting my bruised stomach and that hurt even more. A whopping ten percent. "One step forward... fifteen back."

I snarled at the Digivice and threw it into the couch. "Dammit!" I buried my face in my hands and groaned. We'd been so close to Digivolving, our merge rate nearing thirty. And now that jerky little... troll was ruining everything. I turned and glared at the others at the door. May and Dorumon vanished, and Huckmon glanced up at Davis. After a moment, he left Davis alone.

"It will come when it needs to, Taj," he said from the doorway. He moved quietly in and sat down beside me. "But that's as close as Digivolution gets to the TV shows. It took Huckmon and me a year to get to Champion." He turned towards the droning TV. "In fact, he and I fought a lot like that. I wanted to be all business back then, and it hurt our relationship."

"Back then?" I remarked. "So this is you acting like work isn't everything?"

He laughed, shaking his head, and leaned forward. "Huckmon and me eventually came to... an understanding. And it got better." He leaned back. "But first... we had to almost die. An assassin threatened my mom, and we nearly lost everything. Huckmon almost died saving her, and when I jumped in to protect him... it just happened. Or when May and Dorumon were fighting Agent Chiros. May risked her life and was willing to fight to save Dorumon and their bond evolved so she could Digivolve. If you keep trying, it'll happen when it needs to happen."

"It needs to happen now," I told him angrily. I glared down at the Digivice laying on the couch. "I need to get to the Digital World to save my parents, so why won't it work?"

Davis shook his head. "You're making progress, Taj. And one fight isn't the end of the world."

"Does he need to Load Digimon?"

Davis grew quiet. "I've heard that the Wild Ones say that's how it works. It doesn't work that way for Huckmon or Dorumon. But I fought a Tamer from China once who claimed that's how it worked for her and her partner. And since she was Ultimate when she tried to kill me, I'm inclined to believe her."

"What happened to her?"

"Just be patient, Tasuke," he told me instead, standing up. He looked over to the doorway. "We'll head out in a few minutes. BlackGuilmon can stay here and cool down, but you should come. Try to get a good idea of what Champions fighting is like."

"... Yeah, I guess we should go." I pocketed my Digivice and stood up after him. "And Davis, thanks. If it took you a year, I think I can manage before then."

He rolled his eyes. "No wonder May managed before you. You're delusional."

"He's not wrong," Dorumon pointed out, peeking around the corner. "Dummy."

"Okay, okay, enough ragging on him," Davis said while I glowered at Dorumon and her laughing partner. "He's got enough problems with that bright orange hair with blue tips. Seriously, Taj, you look like a goth rock star trying to appeal to basic teenage girls."

"Ouch," I remarked. I ran a hand through my hair. "Okay, okay. Haircut it is."

X X X

I got home hours later, bored from watching Dorugamon get beat around by BaoHuckmon. While Dorugamon may have some instinctual bond to her new form given she downloaded the data to operate in her new shape, May had no idea how to optimize her support for the larger Digimon. She was having trouble, but at least she and Dorugamon could last longer than ten seconds at the end. And, hey, Davis had been doing this for years. And he could go Ultimate. And unlike BG and me, they both had a good relationship with their Digimon. Stupid BlackJerkmon.

I pulled out my Digivice and sighed. They'd definitely called him about me having detention. Nothing new, but he'd been getting harder on me for it. He'd taken the Digivice when I hadn't told him about detention, so maybe he'd let me keep it since I told him this time. Even if I was already three detentions and twelve tardies in to the school year after only a month and a half. Usually it had to be twice that bad for him to punish me. Suzie had told him we weren't involved in Digimon, which meant we were safe from him finding out even if he did have my Digivice. But I could already tell that Davis and May would make fun of me if it got taken away again. And BlackJerkmon... if I thought he was complaining that the others could Digivolve now, I can't imagine what it would be like if I couldn't even use cards on him.

I shoved the Digivice back into my pocket and unlocked the door to walk in. "Henry, I'm home!" I shouted. I grinned and crouched to pet Momentai after I closed the door, laughing at the dog's assault of kisses all over my face. He snorted happily and charged away after a minute, spinning over to the basement door and yipping loudly.

Henry came out a moment later. "Tasuke," he said disapprovingly. "You got detention again."

I chuckled anxiously. "I, uh, yeah." Not admitting it would be worse. "You know I'm trying not be late! But this substitute is... she's mean! She makes everyone do more work when I'm late, and now she's giving me detention, too! That's not fair!"

"She's your teacher, it sounds fair to me," Henry explained as he leaned against the bar between the living room and kitchen. He crossed his arms and nodded at me. "Tasuke, you need to try harder. You're better than this."

"I'm trying, Henry," I muttered defensively, moving past him and dropping my backpack on the couch. "I was only five minutes late this time!"

"But you got detention again. Tasuke, I wouldn't be doing this right if I didn't punish you somehow," he told me earnestly. "Give me your phone. You can borrow May's if you need to call me."

I stared at him blankly, jaw dropped and ears ringing. He was really doing it. He was taking my phone again – my Digivice. If he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't – or would he take it forever? "Henry... come on. I'm trying."

"Tasuke, your phone. You can have it back tomorrow if you're on time to school."

I shook my head. "So I'll never get it back," I remarked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the Digivice. Better to give in than have him wonder if the phone meant too much to me. Who knows what kinds of conclusions he would jump to then? "Am I?"

"That's up to you, Tasuke," he told me. He grabbed the Digivice when I placed it in his hand, then pulled it away. "Go on and do your homework while I get dinner ready. Maybe set your alarm clock for early so you have enough time to get to school."

"I've already done my homework. And May, Davis, and me already got food," I growled tiredly. I picked up my backpack and shouldered it with an annoyed grunt. Stupid. "Whatever. Night, Henry. See you tomorrow."

Henry sighed and watched me go up the stairs. "Late like your father, grumpy like your mom. What a combination."

I huffed at that and shoved into my room. "Grumpy? I'm not grumpy, you... jerk," I grumbled before plopping down on my bed.

After a few minutes of growling at myself, I pulled out my pencil bag and began assembling the Mark 3 of my automatic crossbow. So far, it was looking like it was going better. I finished putting together what I had, noting that the pieces all fit together better than any of the other so far. The rectangular pieces also made them look like various rulers and straight edges for drawing and math. And with the new method of loading the thing, based on the top-down magazine of the P90, which helped with some of the problems I'd had, it looked like it would end up being either the finalized design or the second to last. I wonder I I could get, like, a bonus or a raise from Gethen for supplying the design. With how many Digidestined lives it could save, I definitely deserved one.

I examined the thing for a few more minutes, then pulled it apart so I wouldn't forget in the morning and screw everything up by having Henry or a teacher find it. I put it in my backpack and laid back on the bed so I could glare at the ceiling. "Maybe this will make everyone but BlackGuilmon a little less annoyed with me," I muttered before closing my eyes. I was halfway asleep when I shot up in my bed. "Crap! Forgot to set my alarm!"

X X X

It was nearing midnight when Adrian Chiros finally decided that he was in the clear. Nobody had been to the warehouse in at least six hours, meaning that nobody else was going to come along and catch him. He had hours before anyone would roll around to check on whatever Digimon was in there. And given they either had to always eat or always sleep, he felt assured that he could avoid waking the Digimon if it was there. Few Digimon could even smell a human when awake.

Chiros pulled on a black balaclava, then checked his black turtleneck, pants, boots, gloves, pocket, night vision goggles, and gun. Everything was in place, and everything was hidden. He opened the door of his car and crept out, his feet barely making any noise against the asphalt. He shut the door and glanced in both directions. He'd be nearly invisible against the street at night in his getup, and it wouldn't do to get hit by a car just when he needed to be safe the most. Satisfied he was in the clear, Adrian sprinted across the street and into the warehouse's parking lot. He moved over to the entrance and crouched down, pulling out a lockpick. After a few moments of careful movements, the door clicked quietly and he pushed it open. "Io!" he whispered to himself, feeling triumphant for a moment. Then he carefully moved through and pulled his goggles down.

The room he entered was empty, and the goggles gave it an eerie green static that made it feel alive. He moved in and began to creep around the building, traveling through the main, empty room. There were doors on either side that led further in. He frowned and glanced at both of them, then shrugged and turned to the left. He slowly pushed it open and found himself in what looked to be a recreation room. A couch, a chair, a table, a television, a refrigerator, and a portable pantry. He moved over to the table and picked up a magazine sitting on top of it. It was a tech magazine, the cover mentioning something about quantum computing. Chiros wasn't sure what to make of that, but he assumed it belonged to Mayumi. His investigations of her implied she took after her parents and grandfather in this regard. He carefully put it down andd moved towards the couch, noticing a video game controller there. He reached for it, then stopped and grabbed the television remote. Wouldn't do to have the TV blare when he turned it on.

When the TV was muted, he turned on the system and waited for it to boot up. After a few moments of logos, the account names finally appeared. Mayumi Anderson. Davis Estevez.

Tasuke Joryawa. It didn't prove anything, but it did show that he was here often enough to log in on the system. And the lack of a fourth account implied that it was only the three of them. Three Digidestined, capable of opening the walls between the Real and Digital Worlds. It was too much evidence to overlook, but he wanted to be sure. He would find the Digimon.

He turned off the system and hit the mute button again before turning off the TV. Everything had to be exactly as he left it so they wouldn't suspect someone had been there. He left the room as quietly as he could, and went for the other door. He carefully pushed it open, and was immediately greeted by the noise of snoring. Then, the snoring grew more and more angry. "I can smell you."

His eyes widened and he tore off the goggles, diving to the side just as a bright green flame exploded where he had been. The door flew past him, torn from its hinges, and hit the opposite wall with a loud clang. "There goes this being a stealth mission," he grumbled under his breath. He pressed a button on his shoulder, and the light that was there began to glow, revealing a monster moving out of the smoke. A dinosaur looking Digimon. Black with some red highlights. And a huge black Digital Hazard at the center of his white chest. His eyes were an angry gold. Reptilian pupils. "BlackGuilmon, I take it?"

"You're human... but you're breaking in. I doubt Tasuke will complain if I kill you," the Digimon responded instead. His upper lip curled up in a predatory grin, revealing teeth capable of shredding Digimon. So they could probably do far worse to a human. The Digimon snarled and took a half step forward. "Good. I'm hungry!"

Chiros pulled out his digitally enhanced pistol and fired at the charging Digimon. The bullet slammed into his shoulder and BlackGUilmon roared in pain, stumbling and rolling across the ground. "What the hell was that!?" he growled. Chiros responded by aiming his gun again; maybe he could finish this now. BlackGuilmon snarled and threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the shot. He charged in, zigzagging to avoid the careful shots, and slammed his tail into Chiros' legs. Chiros yelped and flipped. He angled his body to minimize the hit and keep his head safe, then rolled to the side to avoid a glowing claw slamming into the ground where his head had been a moment earlier.

The agent rolled to his feet and grimaced, holding his side. He was bruised from hitting the concrete and this was just going to get worse. He glanced towards the door, now placed firmly behind BlackGuilmon. He had... maybe two shots left. Not good enough. But the Digimon was favoring his left side. He must never have been hit by one before. Chiros blinked once... then aimed up quickly. The Digimon snarled and dodged to his right, keeping his wounded side between him and Chiros, but Chiros suddenly began sprinting away. He turned as BlackGuilmon snarled and realized he had been tricked, stopping for the briefest moment to try and follow. Chiros half aimed his gun and fired; BlackGuilmon howled in rage and pain as blood flew out from his left leg, spraying across the ground. But he kept running, albeit at a limp. Chiros fired once more and BlackGuilmon dodged again, but his injured leg finally gave out. He howled as Chiros sprinted out and away. "COME BACK HERE AND DIE, PREY!"

Chiros shook his head, horrified. If this was how the creature behaved without the influence of Gethen's partners like Reapmon, then he didn't want to imagine how BlackGuilmon would behave when Gethen's plans finally came to fruition. It had to die, or... the child had to die. Chiros yanked his car open and drove away. At least he had confirmed the child was a Digidestined. But now they would be on high alert. What kind of Digimon could smell a human while asleep?

X X X

Henry was silent that night as he stayed awake in the basement. Tasuke had gone off to sleep, buying his hastily constructed excuse that got Henry the new Digivice. That had been hours ago, which meant Henry was probably safe to do what he had to do now. He placed Tasuke's phone on a small stand next to the one holding his own D-Power, the case removed so he could connect it to a chord, itself plugged into a group port. The other end was plugged into the nearby computer, with all data meant to flow into the computer. The third side of the port was empty, but it wouldn't be for long. He pulled out the necessary cord for the phone from a drawer filled with different ones, then plugged it in to the phone on one end and the port on the other. After a moment, he booted up the D-Power and let the computer start logging the information so he could go through it again later. After another few moments, he started up the phone and its data began to stream through.

"Let's see what you have in there before we examine the interplay with the D-Power," he muttered to the phone. He turned to his computer and watched the new window open. A simple black terminal, until a crimson line appeared at the center. "That shouldn't -" And then an old, familiar image appeared. The Digital Hazard, created from a series of red ones and zeroes. Then they vanished and were replaced by a small menu. He accessed the first, but it was just a confusing jumble of Digicode other than a title: BlackGuilmon. Henry sighed and moved back to the Digivice's previous base menu to access the next.

Key. There was a massive stream of data this time. Not just Digicode, but also the programming language his father had used in the original project, and even some English and Japanese. It was incredibly confusing to look at, but he was sure he would be able to read it all given enough time. He studied it for a few more moments and frowned. He hadn't noticed it at first, but there were empty sections. More than three quarters of it was missing. He had assumed it was just the ends of files at first, but from what he could translate off the top of his head he eventually realized what it was. Some seemed to be... covered or hidden, inaccessible but clearly there. But most of it was completely gone, as if it was part of a file spread out among a variety of hard drives. He exited the Key file and returned to the main menu.

He wondered, for a moment, how much of this information Gethen already knew. And how long it took his technicians to figure it out. He was willing to bet that he had figured it out faster. He had more practice and experience with Digicode and the programming base of the Digimon than anyone else, even his father's team at this point.

He stared at the program's code for a while, a growing feeling of familiarity spreading throughout his mind. He frowned. "It almost looks like..." His eyes widened and his mind flew back in time.

He was a decade and a half younger, sitting at the bar owned by Jeri's family with his best friends in the world, human and Digimon. But it wasn't a happy time. They were anxious and scared. Takato and Rika were marshalling the troops, each in their own... unique ways. They seemed almost fearless now that Tasuke was in America with Henry's father. Safe. Henry himself was almost done with his part in the plan's preparation. Using some of his father's and Shibumi's old gear, he was programming a Green Card. His card. One that would let their Digivices lock the Digital World away, safe from HYPNOS' new leadership and the people like them who wanted to use the Digimon and their human partners as weapons. "I'm done," he said quietly after a while of listening tot he others quietly reminisce. He glanced up at the others. "But you aren't going to like it."

"If we work together, it can't be that bad," Takato pointed out naively, but with so much confidence in his usually unconfident voice that even Rika smiled and believed him. Most people couldn't help but agree with him when he sounded like that.

Kazu grinned from behind his drink and motioned his head at Takato and Rika. "Chumley's right. We can figure it out."

Henry looked at the Green Card and shook his head. "Not this time. To work, the program needs to seal the breach on both sides at the same time," he explained. He glanced around at everyone. "Three humans are going to be stuck in the Digital World forever."

Henry shook himself out of his past, putting it behind him once more. "A program built to reverse the Green Card," he whispered after a moment. He knew that the Digital World had a sense of what it wanted that eluded causal thought sometimes, but why would this program be fragmented like this, and with some kind of obvious restriction on the information that was already there? He pondered on it for a moment before releasing the question from his mind. He didn't know right then, and it was just getting in the way. He was sure that, as time went on, Tasuke would unlock more of the program, somehow. He'd have to find a way to ground him again so he could check the data every so often.

"Well, I suppose we should check what you do to my D-Power," he told Tasuke's Digivice. He flipped a tiny switch on the port, and the data stream changed, downloading information from the phone-Digivice into the D-Power.

What happened was immediate. The holographic screen of the D-Power appeared in a bright flash, the compass spinning wildly as if unable to locate the creature it was searching for. The spinning continued as Hnery leaned in closer, completely floored by the sudden change in the Digivice's behavior. He reached out to his Digivice and slowly grabbed it.

The moment his fingers brushed against the D-Power's frame, the compass stopped spinning and vanished completely. Henry frowned and felt his heart drop. What had gone wrong? He – There was a beep from the other Digivice, and Henry turned to it with a manic jump. The screen displayed a small table of information that made Henry smile wider than he had in years. Name: Terriermon. Status: Alive. Location: Digital World. Just three simple pieces of information, but it gave him an answer to a question he had been too terrified to ask for more than a decade. Is Terriermon alive? And now Henry knew, without a doubt, that he was. A single nagging thought wouldn't let him celebrate, however. None of this would have been possible without Tasuke getting swept up in the events, but was any of this worth the danger to Tasuke that came with it? Henry couldn't even answer that question.

X X X

Yay! It's my turn now! Oh, sorry. It's me! Guilmon! Takato told me to tell you my name, but I forgot. Oops. But now you know my name, so it's my turn now!

Now, what did Takato say I should say..? Oh! Just talk about what I liked and don't like. I don't like Not-Me-Guilmon. He's meaner than Rika was when me and Takato met her, and she was really mean. But she got better, so maybe Not-Me-Guilmon will get better too! Maybe when I meet him, Not-Me-Guilmon will be nice enough that he and me will be able to play! After all, even Renamon will play with me sometimes. I also don't like the people who want to hurt Not-Me-Guilmon. He's friends with Taka – I mean, Tasuke, so he'd be sad if Not-Me-Guilmon got hurt, right?

But I do like that Henry is keeping Taka- I mean Tasuke! – safe. I know that Tasu – I mean Takato! Takato likes that. He always says Henry is... 'cool headed.' I think that means he likes his blue-y hair. I like Henry's blue-y hair, too!

Well, Takato is telling me to say good bye so we can have food! I'll see you soon on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters! Don't let Calumon eat all the Guilmon bread, Takato!