Graham and Gizamon watched as the other two humans and their Digimon introduced themselves, before the boy Derrick re-entered the building. "I'm Graham, and this is Gizamon." He introduced the two of them, but he didn't pay much attention, he was still surprised that someone had just sacrificed their self to save them.

"Hey, Gizamon, who was that just then?" Graham asked, still clutching his partner to his chest.

"T-that was Alphamon, he was our greatest hero. It's hard to believe he's gone."

"So, he really died to save us." Graham sighed and looked down at his feet. He had been brought here to help, and so far all he had done was get someone else killed.

"Well, yes and no," Gizamon said. "Digimon can be destroyed, but most of the time they are reborn, it just might take some time."

That did make Graham feel a little better, and he relaxed a bit. He was about to speak up again when he saw a small purple fox like Digimon laying on the ground. He set Gizamon down and approached the creature. "Where did you come from?" As he picked up the Digimon he heard a buzzing sound and looked up, a large insect like Digimon was heading straight towards them. "Uh-oh, back inside, back inside." He ran back to the building with Gizamon hopping close behind him. He held the door open and called out to Anya and Conomon. "Hurry, I don't know if he's friendly, and I'd rather not ask him."