It's almost 1 in the morning when there's a pounding knock at your door. It's startling, but not having received a text back from your roommate in the last four hours gives you an idea of who it is. You rush over the door, opening it to two familiar faces.

Shoko looks exhausted standing in the doorway, an almost angry look on her face. Slumped over, held up in her arm is a mess of white hair and senseless babbling. She explains that at the party she, Utahime, Suguru, and Satoru attended, Satoru hadn't realized the punch was spiked.

By the time Shoko leaves, you've managed to get Satoru on your couch. He's on his back, head hanging off of the arm rest, finger in the air as he spouts nonsense.

"Digimon, are, like, totally cooler than the Pokemons. They can't die. They're stronger, and, like-"