It was July 31st, and Taichi Yagami was bored.

His camp -- sure, the soccer was nice. But the hiking, the swimming, the solid day-to-day routine and general lack of excitement... it was all too uninteresting, activities generally without enjoyment or meaning.

To make matters worse, he couldn't sleep. Just couldn't, it felt too wasteful to sleep after such a wasted day.

So there he was, stargazing late into the night, hoping the skies could keep him occupied, take his mind off things long enough for it to tire out. He tried to draw patterns of the stars, knowing a decent bit about constellations, yet unable to see any of the pictures it seemed all the ancients could find.

He could only make out two shapes, none of which anyone he had ever heard of had ever recognized: a large-headed lizard and a toothed bird on fire.

Leaning back against the tree, careful not to fall off the branch, he noticed a falling star; the word "meteor" was wholly unknown to him, though so soon Birdramon's wings would save his life.

Wishing on it seemed just too girly, but... At the same time, he just couldn't stand this camp any longer -- So with his pride on the wind, he did exactly that.

"Please, if anyone's listening, if this stuff even works... make tomorrow more exciting."

Tired at last, he closed his eyes, hoping for dreams of interest. But he could never even imagine just what tomorrow would bring – even his weirdest, most exciting dreams could never compare.

Someone was listening after all.