"Well, I have pepper spray if that helps any." Haruhi said, the sarcasm practically dripping from her voice as she folded her arms. She heard the noise, and she really didn't want to leave the train. However, the scenery was beautiful and not at all what she expected.<br/><br/>Team? They didn't know anything about each other. She only knew one of their names. Well, they were all she had now, in this strange world. She might as well get used to it.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Yamato's fingers tightened around his journal, however he said nothing. His journal had many notes and drawings about what he has learned in this world so far. It was precious information after all. Things that were clues to freeing his friend...the digimon who brought him here for help. He has kept it a secret, but he already had his spirit form. Her voice led him to it.<br/><br/>"Suppose I'll check it out." He said passively to Himiko. It was time, he supposed. With the new warriors here, their evolutions would soon reveal themselves. The faster he brought them to DarkDracomon, the sooner he would be able to free his friend he cared so much about.