Home to Return to (Son Yamaki)

Of course, it wasn't easy for Ryouta to hear news that like. And of course, he would plead that there would still be a possibility, that they would still be somewhere in this world, by some 'normal' means. Of course it was possible: proving a negative was next to impossible, but the fact of the matter is, Yamaki had already turned over every stone available to him, and then some.

There was just nothing: a sold house, a bad address, and a set of vanished people. But, at the very least, Ryouta would lead him on a rather long walk. Long enough for him to text his family, to say that he'd be home late, as well as fully check through his email. But there, through one otherwise inaccessible area of Shibuya Station, he would be met with another Digimon.

And this one? This, was a train, with eyes for headlights. Part of the Detective wanted to ask himself if he was in some weird kids-show dream, but it was real. "Hm. Thank you, Ilbert." He would step inside, work shoes touching the soft carpet underneath to an inside that was more like a limo. Blinking, he took a quick look around, and smiled. "Well, it makes sense how you've been able to keep yourself for so long in the other world. To think you've been able to commandeer such a th- ... an ally." He was careful with his words, and took a seat on the side of the train. "I'm good for now. Where does this let out, on the other side? Tell me about it."

Hm? This was a normal transaction for something on this side... and more to the point, something that Ryouta had purchased? Maybe asset was the better way to think about this, even if this was some sort of sentient train. And if that was the case, perhaps this other world had an entirely different social structure that just seemed normal to them, despite how off-putting it would seem to the human world.

These thoughts, though interesting, were just a minor point at hand as the train started moving forward. As expected for something as high-class as the Locomon, it was a smooth ride, only the barest rumble underneath them as Ilbert came out with two light, mushroom soups. "Hm. Well, if you will..." He tried his own portion: the seasoning was unfamiliar, but overall, it came as a well-balanced dish. And soon, the hologram propped up, Yamaki blinking as he looked over this display. "A rail tour, then? Well, these windows were somewhat tinted from the outside. Heh, I don't think I'd even be recognized at all here."

Indeed, it was safe, and that served well enough for the tour. "But such an approach doesn't seem fruitful past a tour. Ah, sorry, I may be thinking too far ahead. Please, Ilbert, go at whatever pace you two feel necessary."

"Well. Making his own rail or not, that's what it is, right?" Even with that additional fact, it didn't do more than just bring a smirk to the detective's face. Really, was this much supposed to surprise him now? Between the dragon and the train, it had already been a full day...

... Wait, hold those words back a second! As they arrived in the other world, Son took a glance outside, raising his brow. Yes, there were other humans, but those definitely weren't what drew the eye. Creatures on two legs, creatures on four legs... machines, candles, gears, wolves, and things he'd not even heard of in fantasy! Blinking, he took a moment to polish his glasses, taking a better look outside. "... Don't think we need to go outside quite yet." Who could blame him, this whole thing was overwhelming! Still, he did note a few things, notably that most of the humans here had devices of their own, similar to Ryouta's. Digivices, right?

"Hm... tell you what... let's get a little away from the center. Don't want to get swept up in the crowd."