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The last time Marco had been in the Media Library, he'd still be nineteen. Now he was looking decidedly different - much shorter, with longer hair, and younger. Definitely younger. Thirteen years old, in fact.

And on top of that, Marco was happy. Okay, so the whole ageing backwards things was a serious dampener, but he didn't care. His mother was alive, so Marco could forgive the whole being-on-an-insane-ship-with-tentacles-and-on-the-way-to-being-four-again thing.

But as much as he wanted to hover around near his mother every second of every day, just to make sure she was still there, he'd had to admit that he couldn't keep doing that all the time. Plus he was starting to suspect that his mom was getting a little tired of it. So he'd decided to come down to the media library instead, and play some of the really cool video games that either hadn't come out in his time yet or weren't even from his universe for a while.

Yeah, life was awesome.

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Hikari sighed, Tailmon following after her.

"What's wrong?" Tailmon asked.

Hikari shook her head. "Nothing, just... the things that have been going on lately, you know?"

She didn't even notice that Marco was there yet. And then again, why would she. As far as she knew, Marco was nineteen years old.

Marco paused in his gaming for a moment - Hikari might not have noticed him, but he'd spotted her. And he decided that it was time to ask something that he'd been wondering about for a while now.

"Hey, you there," he called out (What? He didn't know her name yet!), eying Tailmon. "What is it with the talking cat thing anyway?"

Hikari blinked, looking over at the boy. He seemed a bit familiar, but she really couldn't place it.

Tailmon just frowned at him. "My name is Tailmon."

Hikari let out a small smile after that. "She's my partner digimon. Back home we fought against digimon that were trying to take over the world together. But have we seen you before?"

"Right," Marco said. "Your name is Tailmon, and you're a 'digimon'? I guess they didn't exactly have much creativity on hand when naming you, huh. And are you serious? A bunch of talking cats tried to take over your work?" Geez. And he'd thought the Yeerk war was insane.

He rolled his eyes. "Duh, course you have. I just happened to be older at the time. I'm Marco."

Hikari blinked, before smiling a bit. "Oh, I see. That's... sorry. And no, the other digimon that tried to do that weren't cats. They were various different type of monsters."

Tailmon glared over at Marco, but Hikari just moved her hand to keep her in place.

"Anyway, my name's Hikari."

"So 'digimon' are...monsters," Marco said, glancing at Tailmon. "She doesn't really look like a monster. Or do you just call any talking animal-thing that?"

"I'm not the one that named them," Hikari said. "Actually... I don't know who did. But well, Digimon are creatures that come from the Digital World, which was... basically a world created by the internet. There's a lot of different types, from cute cat-things like Tailmon here to giant dinosaurs and dragons, along with even more things."

"What the hell? No way could they come from a digital world. You can't just plurk something out of the internet and have it wonder around for real," Marco said, staring. "It doesn't work like that - the internet's just data, it's not real."

"Different Earth, different rules," Hikari said when Tailmon started glaring at Marco again.

God, this 'friend' of Hikari's was a dick.

"Well your Earth's rules are insane," Marco pointed out, rolling his eyes. "They make no sense. Okay, let's just assume that a 'digital world' that can contain sentient creatures made up of data actually could exist. How the hell can you still be wondering around here? We're not in a computer. If you were actually digital, there'd be nothing for you to exist in right now. At least if you came from some kind of alternate universe or dimension or whatever, you wouldn't have to try and find some bullshit explanation as to how a computer program or whatever the hell you're meant to be could exist in the real world."

"Sorry, the only one's that we know of who are actually smart enough to understand and explain how that works are still in the pods," Hikari said, frowning. "At least, if they're still alive at all."

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"Hey, even if they are dead, Stacy seems to like bringing back dead people," Marco said, sounding really cheerful about this fact. "So they're probably in there somewhere. But I seriously doubt that any explanation of whatever the hell that thing is is going to make sense, because that's just plain nuts.."

Hikari just shrugged at that. "Well... alright. Hopefully if he wakes up and gives you the xplanation it'll be enough for you."

Marco shrugged. "I won't hold my breath," he said, before turning back to pick up the controller for the game he'd been playing. He raised an eyebrow at Hikari, as if asking her if she was going to sit down and play the game too or go off and do...whatever the hell it is that girls with 'digimon' do.

Hikari looked over at what Marco was doing. "What game are you playing?" she asked, moving over to sit down.

Tailmon just sighed and turned to go get a book or something out.

Ax had been making an effort to keep an eye on Marco and Rachel now that they'd both been let out of Quarantine. Unfortunately, his various duties and responsibilities made that difficult, especially since they never seemed to stay together outside of when they were at Cassie's house.

He poked his head into the Media Library, hoping to find at least one of them in here.

Ax was in luck, because Marco was in the media library. He glanced over at Ax as he came in, watching him with just a little bit of waryness. At this age, he hadn't known Ax long at all. In fact, they'd only just rescued the guy. Sure, he was an Andalite, and Elfangor's brother - but he still didn't know the guy much, apart from the fact that he had weird notions like thinking that honour was more important than staying alive.

"Hey," he said, non-committal.

< Hello Marco, > Ax said, looking the younger human over himself. Marco looked around the age he'd been when he and Ax had first met, he realized with a sinking feeling. He was going to forget meeting Ax entirely, and then forget about the war. Keeping track of him when he wasn't paranoid might be easier, but that also meant that Iniss in his cloned body would have an easier time keeping track of him too.

< Enjoying yourself? > he asked to prevent the silence from becoming awkward.

"Yeah, this game's pretty cool," Marco said. Trying to act casual. "It's..."

Except then he trailed off. Because just at that moment, the Metling Clock stole a little more of Marco's time. Just enough that he wouldn't be able to remember who Ax was anymore...

He blinked, and stared at the Andalite. The Andalite! The only other Andalite Marco had met was Elfangor. "You're an Andalite," he said dumbly.

Ax blinked at Marco for a moment, somewhat taken aback.

< Usually, yes, > he replied. < You don't remember me? > That meant that he was going to forget the war entirely soon -- the Animorphs hadn't been fighting for very long before they'd found Ax. And he had no idea how Marco and Rachel would react to him once they'd forgotten that. < My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. I'm Elfangor's younger brother. >

Marco blinked. "Wait, seriously? Elfangor's younger brother?" he said, staring. "And what, why the hell should I remember you? Do I meet you in the future or something?"

He didn't like this, having other people remembering him when he didn't remember them.

< Yes, Elfangor's younger brother. > Ax wondered if that was still going to be how he was known after the war. He certainly couldn't ask Marco that now. < Because I was only an aristh, I wasn't allowed to join in the battle. But after the Dome ship -- the Andalite carrier ship, essentially -- was destroyed, the part that I was in crashed into the ocean, where you and the other Animorphs found me. >

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