It was . . . Dull.  Not specifically dark, but the lighting was dull for sure.  "Uwa. . . Where am I?  Tinkermon? Are you. . ."  Annaliese cut herself short as she felt something wiggle around on her chest.

"Hmm. . . More bacon!"  A small voice exclaimed somewhat sleepily.  "Anna, grab more from the bar. . ."  Tinkermon rolled around a bit, somehow avoiding scratching Annaliese with her sharp boots.  

"Hey, you stupid fairy. Wake up."  Her hand went to poke the fairy's face.  

Tinkermon's eyes burst open, "What sorcery is going on! There was food here a second again!"  Slowly, her surroundings began to focus even around the dull lighting.  "Wait, this doesn't look like a restaurant."  She continued as she turned her head to look at Annaliese looked at her.  "How'd I get here?"  She asked.

"Like I should know."  Annaliese muttered as she picked up the fairy and removed her, dangling her with her might by Tinkermon's collar.  "I think I'd rather know why you were laying on my chest like that."

Tinkermon shrugged from her practically helpless position, "I don't know either.  Not like you got anything there to make it-- Ooph."  Now on the ground after falling from between Annaliese's fingers, Tinkermon stood on her feet and dusted herself off. "I'm just telling it as it is."

"Hmph."  Now she got to looking around the room. . . There seemed to be other people here. . . And Digimon too.  "Hey, this is different.  I thought everyone lost their digimon."  Annaliese said, "This is different." 

"Hey! Did you also get dragged here or were you the one doing the dragging?"  A voice resounded down the long hallway they were in.  

The pair looked in the direction it came from and wondered, "What's he saying?  Dragging? Dragged?"  Annaliese wondered aloud.

"Not like your clothes look dirty." Tinkermon said as the two wondered just what was going on.