Takato shivered as they stepped into Jungle Grave. "Y - you sure we're at the right place, G - guilmon?"

The red dinosaur was oblivious to his tamer's worries, looking around curiously as always. "Yep!" He chimed happily. "Doesn't it look scary, Takatomon?" He asked, though he didn't sound scared at all.

"Y - yeah." Takato replied shakily as he walked across past the gravestones. Guilmon was a few steps ahead of him, looking over each stone and sniffing them curiously. Even Takato had to look at his digimon with envy. He only wished he could be that unaffected.

He shivered again as he swore a ghost past him by. "M - M -MAGAMI sure paid a lot of attention to detail when they made this place," he commented, trying to stay calm. "It looks like a real graveyard."

Silence.

"... Guilmon?"

He looked around worriedly. The tamer knew that digimon could wander off on their own, but -- augh not here! Not right now!

"Guilmon!"

"... atomon," a faint call came.

A few seconds later, Guilmon arrived. There were a few flowers in his fangs. "Lofh waf I fond (Look what I found)." He grinned. The stems of the flowers sticking out of his mouth made the action look rather strange, but that's not what shocked him.

"G - Guilmon ..." Takato began slowly. "Did you take those from the stones ... ?"

Guilmon tilted his head sideways, "maaaaybe?"

His eyes widened. "Guilmon! You're not supposed to take stuff from them!"

"Whyyyy?"

"Because it's bad, Guilmon. Scary things happen when someone takes stuff from them. Or even scary things appear like g-" He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around. "G - G - GHOOOOST!" He ran.

Guilmon looked at the "ghost," not understanding why his tamer was so afraid of them. They didn't look like a one of those white painted floating guys that his tamer described earlier. But, like the loyal dog digimon he was, Guilmon followed after his tamer. His outline was already vanishing from the dinosaur's vision.

Meanwhile, Takato didn't quite stop screaming until he tripped over something, landing on the ground roughly as he looked ahead. Forcing himself to sit up, he coughed, expelling the dirt from his mouth. "Gah! Yuck!" He wiped his mouth on his arm, trying to get rid of the taste.

Whoever the ghost was, they should be gone now. He was safe, right? But ... Staring out in front of him, he wasn't the only one running from something ... or someone. Placing his hands on his head, he ruffled his own hair, trying to think of a way around this.

And where was Guilmon!?

Soon enough, the red dinosaur came flopping by. The flowers hanging from his fangs were gone. "Takatomooooon," the digimon whined. "Don't leave me there!"

Uncaring if anyone else saw, Takato threw his arms around his partner. "Guilmon, you're alright!" He exclaimed with a relieved sigh. Now that he was here that really mean that they were safe, right? He stayed on the ground where he had been, shifting to sit in a crossed leg position. "Hmmmm. We were supposed to meet Superdude! here somewhere, but how are we going to find him?" What if we ran into another ghost? He tapped his head lightly as he thought about it. "Oh! The whisper thing!"

gogglehead ➨ superdude!: Boss, I'm here at the Jungle Grave.