[The video clicks on, it's Beastboy Changeling in his dorm room again and there seems to be alot of color in the backround.]

Sooo uh...I may have gone a little overboard at the big party thing. You know those stalls where you play a game and try to win a plush toy?

[He picks up the camera again and turns it on the colors behind him, backing up till it's more visible. It's a giant pile of plush toys that takes up half the room]

Yeah...I'm really good at those things. So I won...alot. Anyway Psy says there's not enough room to keep them all so I'm giving them away! Just stop by room 009 for your free plushie! I'll even throw in another for your Digimon.

[Psychemon speaks up from off camera]

Please help us get these things out of here. I can't find my bed.

[Henry's turned on the device, face just as cheerful as usual. Gaomon can be seen on the background sipping tea.]

Hey-o! Anyone want to die?

[Gaomon stops drinking and looks very concerned.]

Henry. Why are you asking?

I want to know what happens when people die here. [He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world]

[So. Wally's probably out of money by this point. Between buying new clothes and food and junk, he's broke. But he really needs a few... supplies for an... undisclosed project he's working on, so he figured, hey, why not ask around on the network.

He's currently poking around in one of the science labs at the Odaiba Elementary School, looking around for anything useful, which is a bit futile because it's an elementary school. He's still managed to find most of the things he's looking for, though he's had to improvise a bit.

When the video comes on, you can see a everything set up behind him, which mostly consists of beakers and some chemicals he's found around the school.]

Wally, are you sure this is a good idea?

Dude, it's a great idea. Trust me. If I do the experiment in the Digital World, it can just rewrite my code or whatever and boom: superpowers. I mean, that's how it works, right?

I... I don't know about that, Wally...

[Yeah, Elecmon is worried, with good reason. Wally seems pretty confident, though.]

Alright, so, I'm doing this experiment. I still need this one thing, though, so maybe you guys out there can help me. It might sound weird, but if any of you have any powder detergent, like for laundry, that'd be great. I'm kinda broke or I'd just get some myself. I'll be hanging out in the Odaiba Elementary School for a while, so, yeah, just let me know. It's also kind of important, so if it could be as soon as possible, that'd be great too. I can pay you back later or barter or whatever in exchange, whatever works. But yeah: powder laundry detergent. Not a lot of it either, just enough to work as a catalyst.

[He looks around just to make sure he doesn't need anything else.]

Yeah. I think that's it. Wally out!

*There's a loud clack as the D-Terminal starts recording. From its position on the floor, it obviously fell off of something and triggered something by accident. The center of the screen just shows Veemon snoozing on Jin's bed, but Jin is kneeling off to the side in front of three picture frames set on the floor in a row. Each is draped with black ribbon and contains a simple ink painting of a different person, each of which is labelled in an alien language. But even without being able to read it, it's evident that all three bear the same last nams. An incense holder sits in front of them with a stick already lit and the recording has started in the middle of a sentence.*

-for how long it's been. I know this shrine is a little crude compared to my usual one, but I wasn't able to get your photos before I was brought here. Come to think of it, I'm not even certain you'll be able to hear me from this world. Not that I expect you listened much anyway, not after the ways I disappointed you. I'd be especially surprised if you didn't tune me out regularly, Shion.

*He reaches out to briefly touch the first of the pictures, fondly but hesitantly. It's a gesture of both love and guilt.*

I can't blame you, since it was my negligence that...never mind. Regardless of whether you can hear me and whether or not you bother to listen and regardless of the fact that we never saw eye to eye, it still brings me comfort to talk to you. I know it's a little bit pathetic, but I have so little that's familiar here. To be honest, it's a little unsettling. It's funny...all these years since Miltia, and it's only now that I truly feel homesick. Maybe it's because I no longer have Pellegri to keep my company and my work to distract me. Or perhaps it's because the Fleet was my home no matter where we were and now I fear I may be separated from them for a very long time. I know you don't have very high opinions of those things, father, but I hope you understand why they would keep the loss of our birthplace from weighing on me as much as they could.

Or perhaps I ask too much. You owe me no solace...but be that as it may, your memory remains close to my heart. As always, I wish you happiness in the next life and pray that the fates are kinder to you than they were in this one. Goodnight, mother, father, Shion.

*He stands up and turns around and only then does he notice the D-Terminal sitting open on the floor.*

Now, what are you doing down there? And...recording? Well...this is a little bit embarrassing. I'm sorry all of you had to hear my glorified complaints.