[ It was several hours of running, jogging, exploring, riding and resting before Roze finally arrived at the conclusion Ed was on one of the refueling islands through talking to the few harried Digimon struggling to keep things tidy and running without too many hiccups.

She argued and barked and demanded and loomed, but none of it really got any answers. They were simply too busy to immediately remember faces. They did insist, however, that if Ed had been on the Trailmon lines and not made it to Folder, he had gotten off somewhere between it. So she got on the line, and headed in, falling asleep on the ride and only waking when it was announced they were arriving at the first refueling point.

She was watching the land pass her by when she finally flipped open her terminal, worn to the bone. ]

Hey hey. Good morning. Or evening or whatever it is now. You there? [ She asked, yawning widely and scrubbing at her eyes with the heel of her free hand. She looked a haggard mess, hair bunched up on one side from falling asleep, creases in her cheek. ]

I'm comin' up on the first stop. Do you know how many you hand and when you got off?