[The video starts up and a familiar purple-masked teen appears. The screen si a little fuzzy but still viewable. It's probably been a while since anyone has seen him...]

Umm... hi guys.[Sheepish wave] So... I'm not in HospiTown quite yet. You see someone got the Trailmon's mixed up and I ended up on the wrong one.


Yeah, sure. Blame the innocent Kamemon because you made a stupid mistake.

Anyways, I ended up in the Serer Continent. Don't ask how, it's a long story. But Paolo, Arte, and I are going to get ready to get onto the Trailmon and head for HospiTown. It should take around... three days for us to get there. As for why I didn't call anyone earlier, well...

He broke the D-Terminal.

On accident! But I finally got it fixed, so... yeah. Sorry if I worried anyone, bad luck just wanted to hit me hard. So like I said, I'll get to HospiTown as soon as I can. See you then guys!

[Saori turns on her D-terminal. She rubs the back of her neck and sighs. Even at 89, revealing this sort of thing never gets easier with age. ]

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Several people have been sent home. This includes Roze, Miwako, and... Squall. I'll miss them too and can only hope they're doing okay.

If anyone needs a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on, my door is open. I'll be in F3 007. If you are new here, my name is Saori Nakagawa. Thank you for your time.

[video; Private to Dante and Laguna]

This goes double for both of you and I mean it. I'm here for you guys.

[When the video feed pops on there's static at first, followed by a shaky closeup of a deep red jacket. The picture stops moving and the red jacket backs up revealing a young girl with brown hair. She bows to the camera, her hands clasped in front of her.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Jinora, and I've just arrived here. My lion-spirit Leormon says that this is the best way to communicate with people.

[A Leormon's head pops into the frame, regarding the camera before turning to Jinora.]

Digimon, Jinora. We're Digimon, not spirits.

Digimon; right. I'm sorry. Anyway, I've read about what's been happening here and Leormon has told me a lot as well. It- it's all a bit overwhelming, but I'll do my best to help in whatever way that I can.

[There's a cough, and someone starts talking. She sounds young, but she's speaking very loudly. It's almost like she's never spoken into a microphone of any kind before! She's clearly a very practiced speaker, though.]

I am Princess Elodie of the Kingdom of Nova. I am not sure where I am or what most of the information given to me means, but I at the very least can gather I am no longer anywhere near my home. There seem to be some very strange politics going about here, but I was recommended to introduce myself anyway by my, ah... what are you, again?

A Lucemon, Elodie. And if you'd like, you can turn on the camera function like this and I'll hold it for you...

[There's some jostling about and then the feed switches to video. Elodie is a young girl, not even fifteen, with nice princessy pink hair and... a military jacket. Oh.]

That should do it!

Yes, of course. [She very consciously hardens and straightens herself out, because princess stuff is serious business!!!] At any rate, I feel it only right to ask for further information on this world and whether or not any other resident of Nova has found their way here. My aid is available, if you should need it promised in return. Not much else to do here that I'm familiar with, really.

*The video is somewhere low to the ground, showing Dante standing at the edge of town, holding a nodachi that should be familiar to those who knew Roze. In place of Rebellion, there's a red long sword on his back, and he's staring at the sky with an unusually subdued expression. He almost looks emotionless, except for a notably melancholy air about him.

He doesn't seem to be aware he's being recorded, though, and the voice that speaks is that of Kid.*

He's been like this ever since he found out about Squall and Roze. I don't know what to do...he's never gotten like this before. Even when the city got destroyed...he still managed to enjoy the trip and stay upbeat. Now he's barely saying a word...I'm worried.

*Dante looks over at the sound of his partner's voice and realizes he's being recorded. With a subtle frown, he walks forward and reaches for the D-Terminal.*

Kid, turn that off. Jeeze, everywhere I go, I get partners that think they're my babysitters...

*And that's the end of the recording, as Dante grabs his D-T from Kid and shuts it off.*