The Locomon's engine roared as the train digimon started into motion. The wheels turned and the digimon slowly began to move. The dark green foilage of the jungle started to blur together with one another. The train was off to a race, following it's tracks to it's next destination.

Adriel sighed and sat down on one of the many seats in a long row extending to both ends of the car. Septimus weakily limped to a seat to the opposite side of Adriel's. The two sat for a few minutes of complete silence, both tired from the past events and confused about what was occuring at the moment.

"So, uh," Adriel broke the silence. His neck twisted to his right so he could look outside of the window. "Where are we again?"

"Dammit, Adriel." Septimus spat out, crouching over his seat and resting his elbows on his knees. He held his hands over his face. "Listen," he sighed. "I told you, the 'portal' we used, somehow connected us to a parallel world. It was a gateway to enter, not to leave. Which means no going back."

"The hell?" Adriel spat back. "I thought this was some sort of a stronghold, a keep, some place of safety, I dunno."

"No," Septimus muttered. He sighed and closed his eyes. Feelings of regret, worry, and confusion swept over the veteran digimon. "It was, a last hope, something kept top secret under the knowledge of only a few. Since I was connected to you, they told me of the portal. It was discovered a while ago, before yourself came into the picture. Thankfully, we found it before Insomnia, so we kept it to our advantage. We knew little, but we did know that it led us to another world, but we had no idea that it'd be a parallel digital world. We figured it'd be your world, Insomnia's."

"So," Adriel muttered. "You tryin' to say we didn't even know where the hell it'd take us? You just thought it'd be fine to joyride into this, didn't you?" His tone grew fiercer. "Not sure where it went, what it'd do, not knowing that even after it, there would be no going back."

"Adriel," Septimus snapped back. "What would you have done in my situation? Do you not get it? Do you not realize what you meant to that world?"

"Which is why we shouldn't have left!" Adriel hissed. He glared at Septimus. For once, the human seemed to have pinned Septimus to a sadden expression. "Septimus, you tell me one reason why we shouldn't have stayed. Fought with the others. Hell, who cares if we lost it, at least we gave it something. They were our family, and we deserted them, all because of Insomnia's threat."

"Insomnia, you say" A deep, calm and friendly voice echoed through the train car. "The wrecked girl from down below, eh?"

"Yeah..." Adriel muttered. "How do you know'er?" Adriel's irish accent took over his last remark.

"Know her?" The Locomon snorted. "I wouldn't say that, but who doesn't know of her. She's almost corrupted our world to the core, but some of your kind have decided to stand up to her."

"People, of my kind?" Septimus intervened. "Digimon?"

"Nope, the other boy." The Locomon stated.

"Wait," Adriel gasped and his muscles tightened. "Insomnia is here? But how? She was in the other place...and my kind? You mean, more humans?"

"Of course! The humans have arrived for almost a year now, either making a living here, or even taking up sides in the political bash. The two kings are gone, and now we've got this here 'Insomnia' to rule us. Doesn't hurt me, none. No one really pays attention to us Locomon."

Adriel and Septimus glanced at each other, both not wanting to believe the Locomon.

"Listen, take a tip from me. If you're new here, I'd advise you to take a trip in the digital city, ask a few locals, you'll get the lowdown in the digital world. Here we go." The Locomon slowly came to a stop at what appeared to be a train station. "The digital city, it's a nice place, if you don't include the recent attacks..." The Locomon ended this with an utter. The doors to the train-digimon swung open.

"You first," Septimus uttered. Reluctantly, Adriel stepped out followed by Septimus. They noticed many digimon sitting down, a few with tears streaming down their face. It seemed to Adriel that the "recent" attacks were not your everyday battles. Though, the two remained worried and confused, and still unsure of where they were, and how Insomnia managed to exist in this world. Hopefully the digital city would answer their questions.