"Oh, come on T.K! I promise I'll behave." Patamon flew over to T.K.'s side, pleading to go to Kari's house. "No way, Patamon. I'm not taking you, and that's that." T.K.'s face was like stone: he wouldn't budge. "But why" whined Patamon, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Giving an exaggerated sigh, T.K. counted off the reasons why Patamon can't come. "1: this is Kari's and my personal study date, 2: we need this time together, after what nearly happened to Kari, and 3: we still haven't found that traitor Davis or his monster Rahabmon, and the four of us together are like a walking bull's-eye."

T.K. had a point, especially the third one. Ever since Davis became the digi-destined's newest evil to fight, their lives have been thrown in absolute chaos. The last words Davis said before he became "Digifur" still echoed in all the digi-destined's minds: "This isn't over, my old friends! I shall have my revenge, and I will write all wrongs! Starting with the largest wrong of them all: Kari Kamiya ruining destiny. The next time I see you, your so called boyfriend, that fur bag, or that swine, I won't think twice about killing all the digimon."

Since that threat was made, nearly 3 months ago, Digifur kept to his word. In the news, children from around the world have wound up dead, and the digimon keep getting reports from Jeni that digimon are being destroyed left and right. It was all very scary, thinking that the leader of the second generation of digi-destined has become the truest and worst enemy they could face.

"Then I HAVE to come, T.K.! Davis could be out there, waiting to whack you!" "Whack me? You're hanging around Thefmon too much, you're starting to sound like him." And with that, T.K. finished packing his bags, and left for Kari's. But, before he left, he examined himself in the mirror in his bathroom. He hasn't changed much from when he was twelve years old, physically that is. He still had his child-like features, his sandy blonde hair still in a perpetual shape thanks to his signature white hat, and his eyes still shone with a light of hope. However, there was one large change about him: the large scar that covered his left cheek. That mark was a reminder of how mad Davis has become, actually trying to kill them.

Shaking the memory from his mind, T.K. went to the door, only to feel something grab onto his ankle. "Please" whined Patamon, giving him a sad look. "No" said T.K., trudging to the door. "But I promise I'll behave" pleaded Patamon, on the verge of crying. "No" said T.K., his voice a little sterner. "But I NEED to go, I'm your partner!" whined Patamon, fully crying now. "I'll be fine, Patamon. Besides, Gatomon's coming over here. She'll be here in ten minutes, so…" next think T.K. knew, he was standing outside his house, a surprised look on his face, and absolutely no memory of a hole shaped like him in his door.

The lights were low, the smell of ginseng, peppermint, and jasmine fill the air. Soft jazz music was playing, giving the house an aura of romance. A beautiful array of fine china was set on the table, each plate piled with spaghetti, meatballs, and a rich thick tomato sauce. Patamon really set up all the stops on his date with Gatomon, still thinking about the time they admitted their true feelings about one another.

But, before he could delve into his memories, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of his date. Coming his hair in a rapid manner (if he had any, besides the fur), applying a generous helping of Matt and Gabumon's cologne, Patamon was ready for her date. He stood before the door, doing a last minute breath check, then opened the door. "Well, hello there, pretty kitty" he swooned, trying to act cool. Gatomon giggled at Patamon's antics, and how cute he was failing to be cool. "Sorry I'm late, I got lost." Patamon took Gatomon's paw, leading her inside. "Not a problem, my lady most fair. You're tardiness gave me more time to prepare for our date." Gatomon rolled her eyes, Patamon's cool act was starting to get to her. And, not sure if it would upset him, but he also reeked, like bad cologne. As she was about to tell Patamon that he was ruining her night, she saw the dining room, all set for the two of them: the low lights, the smell of ginseng, peppermint, and jasmine, the soft jazz music playing, it was beautiful. Gatomon gasped. "You did all this, for me?" "Not just for you" reassured Patamon "but for us." Patamon walked the two over to their seats, being a 'gentlemon' and pushing out Gatomon's seat for her to sit. After pushing her in, Patamon went over to her plate and carried it over to her, in the same manner of a waiter. "Good evening, Madame. My name iz Pierre, un I'll be your waiter for ze evening. Tonight, I would recommend ze spaghetti und meatballs in a thick tomato sauce, accompanied by fresh baked herb und garlic Italian bread, und to follow, vignoble le Parie, vintage 1990, un excellent year."

Gatomon couldn't help but giggle: Patamon was always so funny, and always made her forget the bad things in her life. She would never forget the sacrifices he made for her, especially taking that attack from Rahabmon right in the chest, nearly killing him. Her memories on that day were starting to upset her, and when she's upset, Patamon becomes depressed. Fortunately, something distracted her from that sad thought. After taking a few sniffs around, "do you smell something, burning?" Patamon gasped. "The bread!" And with that, he ran as fast as his four chubby limbs could carry him. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving small wisp of smoke appearing through the cracks. Gatomon knew this would be trouble, so she followed. What she found was not a pretty sight: a huge billow of smoke flying out of the oven, and Patamon with a fire extinguisher trying to put out the small fire inside. Gatomon hurried over to the sink, grabbed a cup of water, and splashed it over the fire. The fire was extinguished, but Patamon looked so heartbroken.

It was ruined, Patamon's date was ruined. The dinner was most likely ice cold by now, the bread was burnt to a crisp, all the songs stopped, and now all that could be smelt was smoke. He tried so hard to impress Gatomon, and now, thanks to his swooning, he lost track of time, and ruined his date. He looked up at Gatomon, tears filling his eyes, practically crying now. He knew he blew it, and wouldn't be surprised if Gatomon just dumped him then and there. In fact, he half expected her to do just that. However, to his surprise, Gatomon gently cupped his face, lifted it up to hers, and licked his snout. "You want some pizza? I know a good pizza place near by." Patamon was shocked: Gatomon was asking him out on a date? This date was supposed to be for her, everything he does is supposed to be for her. But, he liked the idea, and he wasn't the type of digimon to decline his mate's request. "Split a pepperoni 50/50?" Gatomon shook Patamon's paw. "Deal."