[Server] A Real Head-Scratcher

[Krillin]

They found a suitable restaurant, one that looked plenty capable to suit their needs. But, as soon as they set foot on the tainted tile floors, they vanished. Or, more precisely, they disappeared from sight in one place and reappeared much the same in another.

"Hello? What happened, eh?" Garet asked.

Tokomon, not surprisingly, didn't have a suitable response. "Well...ah...I don't really have a suitable response for that one."

"So you don't know where we are?"

"What, now that I'm "your Digimon", I'm supposed to know every little weird thing that happens?"

"Well, it's your world. I thought you'd have a suitable explanation for this kinda stuff," Garet replied.

"Ever had your computer crash on you, and you can't figure out why?"

Garet thought for a moment. "Yeah."

"That might be the cause of this, then. Computers are some of the most unpredictable creations on the planet. The "users" think they're telling it what to do, but in reality, the computers (at least, the more upright and noble ones) have already guessed what is going to be done, and tries to help you out by doing it for you. Or so they think. More often than not, they get it wrong."

"Oh."

They sat in silence.

"So, what exactly does that have to do with anything?"

Tokomon sighed. "Apparently, the overall structure behind the Digital World thought you were going to try to leap to wherever it is we are now instantaneously. Incredibly potent being, our Digital World is, but rather gullible."

Garet decided to simply nod and look as though he was understanding what was being said. Obviously, he didn't. He suspected that he would always remain quite ignorant of the dealings of this Digital World, and in that, he was partially correct.

Garet looked around and tried to figure out why he hadn't really been able to get a bearing on his surroundings. At first, he thought it was because his eyes were closed. Then he realized he was in a very dark room. Then he realized his eyes were actually closed after all.

When he looked around, he found himself inside a very large and wet cardboard box, with sides tall enough so as to restrict view of his surroundings.

"Ah, that's weird," Garet noted.

"What, the cardboard? Yes, I was just thinking that myself."

"Shall we have a look, then?"

"I don't really want to. I'd be just as happy to stay here and not know what's out there than to look outside and see sparkling meadows. No thank you."

"You know I must, then," Garet said.

"Do what you will."