[A Strabimon comes into focus on the screen. He looks vaguely concerned, and a Hyokomon can be seen yelling MAYA over and over again in the background.]

Are there any Chosen on the island of San Francisco that would be willing to help Hyokomon and I locate our partner, Maya? She was supposed to be back by now, but it's probable that she got distracted by something.

[Hyokomon has switched from just yelling Maya's name to yelling various threats of never-ending house arrest. Strabimon glances over his shoulder and sighs.]

Maya is a little over five feet tall, has blond hair, and was last seen wearing an owl hat and a sweater with an owl on it. She also had a cello strapped to her back, and we would be very grateful if you had any information about her whereabouts.

[Eli's standing on screen holding a Kudamon by its collar, the Digimon doing its best to look genuinely hurt.It's helped by the Puttimon hanging onto its tail with his teeth.]

So, anyone missing a partner or something because this sure isn't mine.

Your Majesty, surely you're joking. I am indeed your partner, no matter how late I am nor what that despicable creature might have told you.

...Yeah, I'm sticking by my original opinion. Besides, Pip doesn't think I'm a king or whatever you think I am.

There's no need to be modest around the lesser beings, my lord. You are a king worthy of the title.

[ He sighs in a frustrated manner.] Like I said, anybody missing a partner and want him back?

 [So...getting his ass kicked in Tokyo sure did brighten his day. Fleeing isn't exactly an Autobot trait he really likes exhibiting, and with all that went down on New Years Eve...

And all that he LOST there...

The feed clicks on, showing him sorting through what he could grab on his way out--His blanket from Fluttershy, the keychain Sora gave him, a pair of boots, a sweater...and what looks to be a small book with bunnies on it. But none of that was really what he was looking for. He must have left it behind...
After awhile, he gives up, grabbing his jacket.

It wasn't important now.]

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of bein' told I gotta do somethin' by guys who aren't my Commander. If this world wants me to do my job right, can't say tryin' to off me is the right way to do it.

Try sweet-talkin' next time.


....

Anyway, figure if this is how they wanna play this, then we might as well be ready. I'm headin' down to train with my group, get the terrain familiarized.  So when the next giant Digi-thing decides we're not up to par, we can shove it up their tailpipe.

Anyone needs me, I'll be at the city limits.


( Private to Ratchet and Bumblebee )

[The feed comes on, focused on the ground, and bouncing around. Eventually it flicks up to show an exhausted-looking Keramon dragging someone off a train, and talking over his shoulder.]

--lease put the device down... we need your help.

But we gotta tell the robots! And the fixer guy!

[Thanks for the help, there, Nameless.]

[Because that's who it is. Koro and the Nameless, finally making it to the town. With their quasi-conscious partner.]

Can you at least contact the doctor Wheeljack spoke of... please?

Okay, okay. [The little BlackAgumon pokes its face into frame.] Hey! Um! Doctor guy Koro talked to! We're here! Hi!

... you're so helpful.

[They'll be making their way toward the hospital itself, should anyone want to intercept the intrepid trio.]