"So we can't go home. . ." Annaliese muttered to herself.  She didn't really like home, but it was still where she lived. . . Should she want to be there?  Or would it be better to just. . .

"So, if we go help we may get to the Digital World."  Tinkermon spoke aloud for herself and Annaliese. "We could just go there and never see your parents again.  You don't like them very much do you?"  She asked again.

Annaliese considered it.  One way or another it seemed they were going to be figuring out a way into the Digital World. "Maybe we'll see once we get into the Digital World Tinkermon.  For now, I guess we just have the problem on hand, don't we?"  She felt no real need to say much of anything.  Everyone else here seemed older than her too, so there wasn't much she probably needed to say that they wouldn't say for her.  "I guess we go with the flow for now.  Maybe you'll get to fight Digimon?  You've wanted to do that right?"

Tinkermon just gave a dull gaze before replying, "I can fight, not like I really wanted to other than to help you out, you know?" She thought about it for a second and spoke up again. "Well, I guess it would be about saving your sorry butt, wouldn't it?"  She said again standing on the ground with her hands on her hips almost triumphantly.

Annaliese looking at the small fairy slightly angrily.  "You're too cocky for such a short one, Tinkermon."  She said and promptly poked her finger at Tinkermon's forehead almost knocking her down.