[Sakuyamon is somewhere in the forest surrounding Hospitown. It's dark, the picture lit by a flickering fire, and she seems very serious. The sound of running water can be heard in the background.]

Hello, Chosen. I know many of you do not trust me, and I do not blame you for this. However, I am here to offer you a safe haven. You do not have to swear allegiance to me, or even trust me, but I have seen you defend a city as if it were your own and then have that city taken from you.

This world is and always will be my home and now I would like to share my home with you. I live in a place called The Forest of the Gods, where we believe in peace and the preservation of the Digital World.

If you would like to come with me, I will be leaving as soon as my associate arrives with his ship in three or so days.

[The recording flickers to life and Ratchet could be sitting down at a desk. He dog-ears a book and closes it softly. Beside him were large stacks of books about anatomy, and biology. The old man rubs at the bridge of his nose, a small sigh escaping his lips. It looks like he's in Hospitown's hospital.

Ratchet had been reading up on medical studies, books, and diagrams as of late. But his eyes show signs of exhaustion.

Blue eyes glance up at his D-Terminal as his Agumon steps up behind him and the desk, with more books stacked beside him.]

Hello. [Ratchet begins, clearing his throat.]

My name is Ratchet, for those of you who don't know. Back in my home world, I was a medic, for Cybertronians. Robots in simple terms. But seeing that I am not Cybertronian anymore, I have taken it upon myself to learn more about human medical practices. I've learned a little while I was on earth, but thankfully these books have been useful.

This is a message to let you all know that if you require medical attention, Otto and I more than able to assist.

[His Agumon perks up with a smile and nods before Ratchet turns back to the D-Terminal.]

That is all.

[And off goes the feed.]