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Who: Toko Amamo-Inoue, Boko-chan, OPEN TO ALL
What: Separated from her husband and half drowned, Toko is lost beneath Neon with no way out.
When: February 25
Where: The catacombs under Neon City

"A-CHOO!"

Toko's sneeze rang out through the dark tunnel, a tunnel that seemed to stretch on for miles endlessly in front of her and Boko-chan. She held her digimon in her arms, shivering even under her jacket, her clothes still damp from getting trapped in the Axyori Library when the flood waters had hit.

The last thing she remembered was Mitch Edwards, her boss, grabbing her and Konoha out and pulling them to safety before...

Before she woke up, in the dark with her partner, with no idea where she was. She had to wait for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before she could even try to move on through the wide tunnel without completely tripping over her own two feet.

"Toko... maybe we should stop?"

"Stop where, Boko-chan? There's nothing down here but more tunnels..." Toko said quietly, hugging her partner tighter. "... we'll... be okay... Konoha has to know I'm missing..."

She wasn't sure who she was trying to reassure - herself or Boko-chan, but either way she knew she didn't sound as confident as she wanted to.

"This would be easier if we had a D-Comm..."

"This would be easier if we had a map."

A few more steps, and a fork in the path greeted her.

"... now where do I go... ?"

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"Ye--..."

Toko stopped.

Wait. If she was here, wouldn't Konoha be somewhere here, too? What if he was looking for her and ran in to this murderer?

"Wait! My husband might be down here!"

"... Lady, if he's down here, call him on your D-Comm. These are too big for us to be running around looking for him. They cover more area than the city itself."

"My... D-Comm was in my jacket pocket when the Axyori Library flooded... wouldn't it still be there?" Toko noted, tugging on the sleeve of her shirt a little. Her jacket wasn't on her, but she did still have pockets in her pleated skirt...

"How would I know?" Kotemon said. "Look, if you go looking for him, best case scenario, you get lost, worst case, he finds you. You're going to have better luck up top either way."

"... how do you know so much about this person anyway?"

"Toko!"

"I just want to know, Boko-chan!"

Kotemon's eyes burned with anger.

"That's none of your business! Now leave before I call for him!"

Toko squeaked again, stumbling backwards until she hit the wall. She stared at Kotemon, pieces slowly falling in to place.

"... you're his partner..."

Kotemon seethed.

"You have five minutes to get out of this part of the tunnels before I tell him I saw you. Now get out of here."

"O-okay! Okay!"

Toko tentatively took a step forward, then another, until she was moving quickly past Kotemon in to the tunnel.

She stopped one more time, though, turning around to look at him sadly. To be saddled with a murderer, even though he clearly didn't want to be like that... she felt bad for him.

"... thank you."

Her only answer was a frustrated scream.