Hey, all, this is the second fanfiction I've ever written, so there's probably going to be a few mistakes. Just let me know, and I'll fix them. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this story! Also, don't let the title confuse you about perspectives or anything, I just couldn't think of anything cooler to name it.

It has been almost four years since the defeat of Lucemon in the digital world, and much about my beloved digital world has changed. All of the brave digimon that died fighting alongside me and my human friends have had their lives restored, as all digimon eventually do. The digital world itself has been completely restored to normal, as well as its three moons. All twenty spirits of the legendary warriors, human and beast, have been sealed away somewhere safe, until the next time they might be needed to protect the digital world. And finally, perhaps the most wonderful news of all, I, Bokomon, have been declared the next advisor to the great Seraphimon after Sorcermon retired! Although, to this day, I will never understand why he hired Neemon, that useless idiot…speaking of, here he comes now…I'd better look busy so he won't bother me.

"Hey! Hey, Bokomon! I have big news for you!" Neemon, a tall, yellow rabbit in red pants, suddenly ran down the castle hall up to Bokomon.

"Yes, Neemon, what is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" The small white digimon quickly got his green book from his pink belt.

"Oh…sorry! I'll come back later," Neemon said as he turned and walked away.

"Wait! Neemon, what is it? What did you want?" Bokomon said after a moment.

"Seraphimon told me to come get you. He said it was urgent!"

"Well, why didn't you say so? Come on, you useless idiot!"

"Okay!" Neemon said happily as Bokomon grabbed the front of his rubber pants and dragged him down the hall and into the large room Seraphimon was in, where he let go of his friend's pants, causing them to snap back quickly. Neemon fell over.

"Lord Seraphimon, you wished to speak with me?" Bokomon asked.

"Yes, Bokomon, you and Neemon both. Please, both of you sit down. I have troubling news for the both of you." The tall digimon, covered in blue and silver armor and ten golden wings, slowly sat down.

"Lord Seraphimon, are you all right?" Bokomon asked worriedly.

"No, I am not all right. I'm sorry to have kept it a secret from the two of you, but I have been…sick…for the past few days, but I'll tell you more about that in a moment, as we have more troubling news."

"Oh, no! Did the cook sneeze in my meal? Am I going to get sick? Am I going to die?" Neemon asked rather quickly.

"Neemon, shut up so he can tell us!" Bokomon once again pulled on his friends pants and let go, increasing the amount of Neemon's pain and Bokomon's enjoyment.

"No, Neemon, the cook did not sneeze in any of the food. The news is…" Seraphimon paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "…our digital world is being threatened by evil once again." Bokomon's eyes grew wide, and Neemon fell over.

"Wh…what kind of evil?" Bokomon finally managed to ask.

"I do not know, but, I have talked it over with Cherubimon and Ophanimon, and we have decided that it would be best for all of us to enlist in some…outside help?"

"Wait…what? Do you mean…humans?" Seraphimon nodded. "Does that mean you'll be calling Takuya and the others for help?" Bokomon was jumping up and down with excitement…on top of Neemon's head.

"That is precisely what I mean. With the help of a digimon named Datamon, a friend of Tommy's, I believe, I have modified a telephone so that it can contact the human world."

"Oh, wow! I never thought I'd see any of them again!"

"Me too, but…I'm afraid I may not be able to see them with you," Seraphimon said sadly.

"What? Why not?"

"Is it about your illness?" Neemon asked as he finally managed to free himself from under Bokomon.

"Yes, it has everything to do with my…illness."

"No! Seraphimon, you can't be dying again!" Bokomon said sadly.

"You are correct, Bokomon, I am not. Well, probably not, at any rate. Now, Bokomon, and you too, Neemon, I am going to give you some instructions, and I do not want you to disobey them in the slightest. I want the both of you, as well as Datamon, to take the modified telephone to the Flame Terminal. This letter," Seraphimon handed Bokomon a letter, "has the phone number of one of the chosen children, though, I am unsure of which one, as that is all Datamon could get. Call the child, and tell him or her to get the other children and come to the digital world the same way they did last time. Do you understand?" Bokomon nodded. "Good. Now, after you have left, I do not want you to come back here. Do not even look back."

"But, why not?" Bokomon asked.

"It will be too dangerous for anyone to remain here. That's why I'm even sending Datamon with you." That was when Datamon walked into the room, carrying the phone.

"Have you told them yet?" The small robotic digimon asked.

"Yes, I just finished. Are all three of you ready to go?"

"We have to go right now?" Bokomon asked.

"You need to leave as soon as possible. Do you have everything you need?" Bokomon nodded sadly. "Good. I do not wish to do this, but it is the best way to keep you safe. And remember, don't look back."

"Uh…when can we come back?" Neemon asked.

"Don't worry, I have told Cherubimon, and he will tell you." Seraphimon bent down and whispered to Bokomon, "Do not worry, everything will turn out fine. I will miss you…Papamom…" Bokomon turned teary-eyed when Seraphimon called him by the name he used when he was Patamon. Seraphimon walked the three small digimon to the large doors of his castle, and when they were all outside, he quickly shut the door. None of them turned around when the castle started to glow a bright red, and not even Bokomon turned around when they heard the terrible screaming from Seraphimon back in the castle.

Fifteen-year old Takuya Kanbara lay on his bed, looking up at his ceiling and tossing a soccer ball up in the air.

"Man…I am so bored…I don't know if I've ever been this bored in my whole life, except four years ago, right before I went…" before Takuya could finish his griping, his phone rang, and he slowly reached over to answer it. "Hello?" he asked lazily.

"Takuya? Oh, thank heavens! It worked!" Bokomon said.

"I…I don't believe it! Is that you, Bokomon?" Takuya asked.

"Yes…yes it is…"

"Wow, Bokomon! I didn't think anyone from the digital world had the power to contact a human unless…" the happy look on Takuya's face instantly died. "Is the digital world…in some sort of danger?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it is."

"Is that why you're calling me?"

"Yes. Oh, and I also need you to contact Koji, Koichi, Zoe, Tommy, and J.P. for me, since I don't have their numbers. Are you able to do that?"

"Whoa, hold on, Bokomon! I didn't even say that I would help you yet!"

"But…but you're a…a…"

"Nah, I'm just messing with you, buddy! Of course I'll help out! And I'm sure all the others would like to as well!"

"Whew…don't you ever scare me like that ever again!" Bokomon shouted.

"Haha, sorry, I just couldn't resist."

"Oh, fine. Just make sure you tell the others to meet you in the same place you all went to the digital world at. There will be a Trailmon waiting for you, as Datamon has told me."

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that chapter, and I hope you'll look forward to following ones. Feel free to give me advice or constructive criticism, but no plot ideas. I already know everything that's going to happen.