“Pakhan! Pakhan wake up!” said the voice that Nonna assumed was associated with the arms that were shaking her shoulders. This was the deepest sleep she ever had - it took her a few seconds to realize that both the voice and arms probably belonged to Pawnchesmon. And she sounded distressed about something.

Nonna laid her hands on her sides and lifted herself up. Something was wrong. Since when did she have sheets on her couch? Eyelids flying wide open, the girl squinted at the light that viciously stabbed her in the eyes. She could make out the silhouette of Pawnchessmon in front of her, tense with buckler and lance raised.

She blinked a few times, her mellow mind taking in her surroundings to try and make sense of it, and coming up empty. “[b]что?*[/b]” she said, and then the alarms in her head finally gone off. “We were moved.” Pawnchessmon said in a stating-the-obvious tone of voice. [i]OK, keep calm. Think.[/i] The blonde thought, looking around.

It looked like she was in a hospital, so nobody likely kidnapped her for ransom. Did something happen to her? She could remember only going to take a nap. She felt fine, and she was still in the clothes she had when she came home. [i]Allright, BAD hospital. With no staff. Even though I’m feeling perfectly fine. In… London?[/i] she thought as she took a glimpse out the window, recognizing a bit twisted versions of some of the more famous buildings. The cogs in her head were spinning, but this just didn’t make the slightest sense.

“Let me see if I can call...” she said, falling speechless as she looked at what used to be her phone. Oh, now she remembered. Too bad she didn’t even get to read the e-mail, that might have shed some light on this. “Pawn? Does this look familiar?” she said, showing the shiny black and red device to her partner. “It’s… a digivice. We might be in the digital world then, but no part I know of. But I found these.” she pointed with her lance to another human and digimon on the other two beds in the room, “ Pakhan what do we do?” the digimon asked, looking at her ‘King’ for direction.

Nonna was about to say something, but a beep not too far demanded her attention. She turned her head just in time to see the elevator opening.
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