[ The D-Terminal camera shakes quite a bit as Chika shows up on the screen, looking a bit confused, puzzled, and not sure about what's going on. ]

Hey! Does anyone know what those Black Gears that the guy who just sent out that distress call was talking about are!? And who else is going to go over to File Island to help? If Digimon are attacking each other that can't be good.

[ The camera fidgets a bit, her lip curling down into more of a frown. ]

Anyway, Biyomon and I are going to be heading to File Island to take care of this. So anyone else that wants to come who's in HospiTown should come with us so we can stop whatever these things are!

[Hazel swears that the gods have a sick sense of humor, if this is even their doing. Her head is practically spinning with all this new stuff, and it's taken her a moment to let it all sink in. She sighs, and with some coaching from her Digimon, figures out how to use the device's video function.]

So...everything here is digital?

[She frowns. She's not so sure about how possible that is, but it's better than thinking she's finally gone insane.]

What's happening in our worlds while we're here? I mean, I'd kinda like to know if I help here and get home, I haven't missed out on 20 years.

[Or another century for that matter. It's one thing to go from 1940 to 20-something, and quite another to go from then to like 2573.

Hazel glances at her partner off-screen.]

Also...no offense meant to my, uh, partner, but...I don't know how comfortable I am with having a human child-looking Digimon. With. Angel wings.

None taken.

[She looks mildly exasperated at the breezy tone of Lucemon's voice. Hazel still hasn't decided on a name for him, but she's definitely choosing something that doesn't remind her of Lucifer.]

[The video opens with Jinx in her new apartment in the Holy Forest. She shares it with Maya and it looks like she's settled in nicely. There are some drawings on the wall of various mythical creatures and Digimon, she's painted her bed black and replaced the sheets with something silky looking as well as thick blankets. Aside from what's over her shoulder Jinx is looking curious and a little suspicious into the camera]

Hey, color me curious.

Have any of you kids out there gotten any anonymous messages begging for help?

If this were E-mail I might think it was a virus or something. Now I'm just wondering if it's a scam or a trap.

It mentioned someone named Myotismon.

[Notre Dame appears on the screen, upsidedown and in the middle of a clearing surrounded by trees. The picture rights itself, and someone behind the camera speaks.]

One of you wanted to know about things from other places, right? We asked and apparently this showed up about the same time you guys did. I don't know what it is, though.

[A Lalamon pops up in front of the camera, offering an extreme close-up of her face.] That's why I told you we should bring Shiki. But nooooooo, she's busy or whatever with trying to set the apartment on fire.

Lalamon. You're in the way. [The camera angles around Lalamon to offer a view of Notre Dame again.] Anyway, we were wondering if someone recognized this building and could tell us what it is.

[It's Beastboy again. He's looking better since the announcement of Terra's leaving. Perhaps a week of ponies and robots and madness was enough of a pick me up. Either way he grins into the camera, apparently at the diner in Hospitown]

Sup dudes!

So you all so that big old house that Minnie is claiming for her clubhouse? Ya know, Buckingham Palace?

Well obviously we've already seen Tokyo Tower, San Francisco and my buddy Donatello found this old noodle shop from New York City!

So has anyone else found anything familiar out there in the big wide Digital World? I'm starting to wonder if maybe we shouldn't have like...exploring parties or something. Because what if your favorite Pizza place or your house is just like...sitting on top of a mountain or in a cave or something?!

If you could have like, one building from your world appear though that WASN'T your home what would it be?

I think I'd vote for the video game arcade. I'd be a great way to kill time and have some fun between ya know...world ending events. I had alot of fun back in Terminal Tokyo's arcade.

[Yeah, so. Still no Bruce on this D-Terminal, sorry. It's Floramon, once again, and this time he just looks even more worried than ever, if that was even possible.]

So... uh. [He shifts uneasily for a moment, looking pretty much like the world's most uncertain Digimon right now--which probably isn't that all far from the truth.] Bruce hasn't talked to me at all since we got to Hospitown.

[Pause.]

I'm not even sure what the problem is, this time. He just... doesn't talk. I tried to talk to him a couple of times already, but he just either doesn't respond or just says something like 'Later' and then stays in his room and doesn't come out. I asked him once if it was something I did and he said he wasn't but he still isn't talking to me at all and I...

[He just wilts here, this time. Almost literally wilts because with all of this happening, Floramon is becoming sure of one thing:]

I'm useless, aren't I? Maybe that's why he doesn't want me anymore.

[On the last day of January, a message pops up on the D-Terminal network from something that's...not quite a D-Terminal. At least, not a traditional one. It comes across the same, however, and there's Minervamon, adjusting the view and- is that a palace behind her? Buckingham Palace?]

Whoa, took this thing long enough. Hello, Minervamon here, it sure has been a few weeks, yep. [Oops.] In reentering this plane, the communication device Volcanusmon made for me, well. It kinda malfunctioned. I thought I sent out something at least a week ago.

[She appears sheepish, but then she gets down to business.]

This place here? It's what I'm setting up as... Well, I guess where I'm staying on this plane. Looked really abandoned and lonely and big. I'll direct the other members of my group here when they eventually arrive.

That probably doesn't matter much to a lot of you. I'd been thinking, I got to talk to some of you guys, but those still traveling, or too busy, or...just not around, nope. And the game of he-said, she-said, she-said-- that's pretty dangerous, don't you think? So... I guess here we go, the questions I was asked all-in-one.

[Minervamon sits against the statue outside the palace, getting comfy.]

I'm part of a group called the Olympus XII, and my name is Minervamon. The Digimon who attacked Terminal Tokyo before was Jupitermon. He took something called the ARCloner, a supposedly sentient program, and made it start to combine the worlds. That's why all this is happening. Jupitermon was once the leader of the Olympus XII, but he...well, this isn't something the old Jupitermon would do. He's changed. So me and several others separated from him. My group consists of myself, Marsmon, Volcanusmon, and Dianamon. Jupitermon's is Neptunemon, Merukimon, Apollomon, Ceresmon, and Bacchusmon. Venusmon's...neutral, I suppose. Don't ask about the twelfth member. Disappeared long ago, I don't even know them.

[She looks down for a moment; if her eyes could be seen, maybe they'd be closed...]

So the ARCloner. Well, Titamon took it. Big guy, green, really dangerous. No, defeating him is not easy. Yes, we've tried, and every time we've succeeded it's been with our combined power, and he always comes back, fast. We don't know how to find his base, as it keeps moving. He just wants to mess things up for Jupitermon, but well...who knows how long that means keeping the rest of us alive.

I want to stop Jupitermon and set the worlds straight-- it wasn't Jupitermon who called you here, B-T-Dubs. Don't think it was. He just got angry, hearing Lotusmon -- Ceresmon's servant -- died and seeing you talk of separating the worlds. The ARCloner and the Digital World itself bring in the Chosen, that's just how it's been. I don't have any control, but neither does Jupitermon.

...Speaking of me! I got questions of where I've been, before. I mentioned those planes? Well, there's a different level of existence. Like a bean-- ... [No one needs that metaphor. :c ] ...Well, it's different. It's higher, and it takes a lot of work to get from that one to this one, since the ARCloner messed some things up. Jupitermon took a long time getting down, and I was right behind him. That's where I was blasted back to, when your city...vanished.

Not blew up. It's just not there. It's complicated.

...I wanted to help you, but I went about it the wrong way, and I'm sorry. [Her voice is softer, and she's contemplative; the setting sun glints off her helmet.] There's nothing more I can do but to prove that. And...well, I'll do my best to.

[Then she brightens back up, like a kid.]

I think that's everything, but other questions, comments, concerns-- I've got this thing working and can use it to talk! Okay? Okay.

Minervamon, out.

[She salutes and ends the feed.]

[Cam's got his backpack on. He's carrying something, under his arm, a pack of some kind. The implications are clear -- he's going somewhere. Lucette carries Salamon behind him, along with a tiny bag of her own.]

There's no easy way to say this... Me and Maya, and Neku and Shiki, we're going with Sakuyamon. We just... It's the right thing to do right now. Harley, if we could uh...still talk through video...? I can get, stuff, sent, through...shipping, they've got this pirate system. LH, man, I'm sorry, uh... Keep up your workouts, okay? It's...uhm. [He looks like this is not exactly how he planned on saying this.]

...Sometimes you need a change of view, you know?

[He bites his lip and then smiles.] So...yeah. See you guys around, I guess.

[It's a video. Terra's somewhere outside of HospiTown by the forest in the background; it's late but not so late where he can't be easily seen. He looks like he hasn't been sleeping well, but otherwise alert.]

Hey there. I don't know most of you and most of you don't know me, so ... I'm Terra. I've been told in some detail we're here to save this place, and I intend to get to it.

['Now', apparently.]

Minervamon said she'd be leaving more detailed information later on, but for now I know we need to find Titamon and find the ARCloner as some first steps. It's a lot better than nothing to work with at all, but this world's a lot larger--

[A lot larger than most worlds he's been to. He can't say that, and continues after a moment of thought.]

--Than I expected. There's a lot of ground to cover. So I'm hoping to find some people willing to do some traveling. ...A lot of traveling actually. And willing to share what they find when they're traveling with everyone else. If anyone out there's got experience with uh, scouting, reconnaissance, that sort of thing, and willing to help, I'd like to hear from you.

[It's pretty clear Terra's not used to doing this sort of thing, it's all pretty awkwardly stated, with a bit of fidgeting here and there too, but he manages to stay pretty calm. This was a thing he was sure would help. Now if he could find enough people willing to help..]

[The feed opens up to Fluttershy sitting on her bed, looking a little worn but otherwise all right. She smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.]

H...Hello, everyone. I um...just wanted to apologize if I worried anyone during that time I'd been...missing. It's uh...kind of a long story.

B-But I'm here...in Hospitown. I've mostly just been...resting and settling in.

I...I hope everyone's okay. If anyone needs anything I'd be...happy to help. That is if you'd...like me to, I mean...

[That's about it, so she shuts off the feed.]