[90A] That's quite the plum, old sport. [DONE]

As Colin and Boyo traveled the marvelous sights of Terminus City in the core of the digital world, their eyes were met was wonders the likes of which they had never seen, especially Boyo who was 12 hours old at this point. But Colin who was used to the sights and sounds of New York City, and Tokyo to a lesser extent, felt right at home in the bustling city. He didn’t even seem particularly bothered by the low grade of hostility that was constantly hovering in the air, again, New York City, he was used to it.

At one point they found themselves in what appeared to be to be a kind of Digimon farmers market with lots of farm grown vegetables and meats on display. While at the market Colin was able to trade some of his supplies for a small handful of bits, so he had a bit of spending money at least.

So it was that they found themselves at a smaller stall to the side of the market with a yellow Veggiemon manning a booth that sold what looked like green plums. Something about the scent the fruit gave out drew Colin in for a closer inspection, and before he could even ask the question the Veggiemon gestured at the fruit with one of his appendages. “Memory Fruit! Let’s you see the genetic memories of your ancestors! 200 bits for One piece! Bargain at twice the price!” He said gleefully with a big grin on his face.

Colin gave a suitably impressed look and pulled out his wallet, producing the bits and handing them over to the Veggiemon who happily took them and politely handed Colin one of the fruits, “You’re gonna wanna sit down for that, bub, happy times!” He gave a good-natured chuckle and Colin thanked him for the advice.

With Boyo looking at his tamer quizzically he asked a very important question, “Pops, what if you see your parents kissing or something gross?” Colin flinched and shook his head trying not to think of that visual, “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he countered as he made his way over to a park bench, putting his duffel bag on the ground between his legs and resting Boyo on his lap. “Poke me if something dangerous or interesting happens,” instructed Colin before popping the blue fruit into his mouth and chewing it quickly then slowly. It tasted like time. How did he even know that?

His vision quickly began to fade and in an instant, he was back in New York, but it was different, not his New York but older. The almost familiar skyline was there but the empire state building was missing! As were several other familiar landmarks.

Colin blinked and looked around, he was in a park he almost recognized but after a minute he realized he was in union square, only the trees were missing and so was Ghandi’s statue! He began walking the memory guiding him along 14th street and into a restaurant. It was mostly empty but he quickly made his way through the place to the back, in a hallway that led to the kitchen, but upon knocking on a panel of the wall three times and whispering “Rosebud,” the panel slid open and a large, very large, muscular man in a tuxedo stepped to the side and allowed Colin to step down a spiral staircase where some beautiful jazz music was serenading him, guiding him down like the siren’s call to Odysseus.

The spiral staircase soon emerged into a large circular room filled with tables, a bar, and a stage. On the stage was a modest band and the singer, a beautiful woman with bushy golden hair and a coy smile on her face, she looked over at Colin and gave him a wink as she sang. Colin felt himself blushing.

He quickly made his way to a table and sat down. A waiter quickly brought him his usual. Colin blinked in confusion as he sipped his drink, his usual? But he had never been here before. “She’s almost done with her set, she has a break afterwards, you can talk to her then Tim,” said the waiter to Colin and Colin was shocked to hear himself respond, “Thanks Tony, you’re the bee’s knees.” Oh right, memory.

The woman’s set soon ended as Tony had said and the singer immediately made her way over to Tim and gave him a peck on the cheek. They sat together chatting at the table, flirting, making eyes, and Tim felt the butterfly’s swirling in his stomach, he sure was one lucky guy to have such a dynamite gal.

The memory began to blur as time sped up and it was much later that night. Tim and the singer, Goldie, were walking through the union square park hand in hand talking about the future. Their hopes and dreams, and how they wanted a better world for their children. Standing together in the center of the park they stepped close together, and Goldie pulled Tim in close, “Come here, ya mug.” She said endearingly before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Blinking Colin came back to himself and saw Boyo staring at him in absolute disgust. Colin realized he was making kissing motions with his lips and quickly stopped and coughed, looking around to see several Digimon staring at him snickering. “You totally kissed your mom, didn’t you?” Asked Boyo smugly crossing his ears to further emphasis how correct his prediction had been.

Colin coughed awkwardly and blushed, “I think it might have been my great-grandmother actually.” He murmured in some not inconsiderable embarrassment. Boyo bust out laughing, but in his mind’s eye Colin was thinking about the beautiful singing of his great grandmother, he had always heard stories growing up about Goldie’s singing, how she had been offered a scholarship to study singing in Rome, but her mother had forbidden it. Colin realized then that he was smiling and that a bittersweet feeling had fallen over his heart.

As Boyo continued to tease him mercilessly for smooching his great grangran. Colin ignored the Digimon and bought three more memory fruits from the Veggiemon who didn’t ask any questions and gave Colin a bit of a pat on the shoulder and a sympathetic look before handing him a brown paper bag with the strange fruit inside of it.