"Yeah there's something there. Don't know what you're talking about, but it looks like a drawing of an eye to me." The man's aesthetic issues weren't Heat's problem. It was his other comments that had him freezing in his tracks and spinning back to the Digimon with a new string of questions.

"What Digital World? What are you talking about?" The Junkyard didn't exist anymore. Had there been a completely different program in development that they weren't aware of? How was that possible? "And whaddya mean 'like it did on Earth'? Was the sun still black or was it.. y'know..." Not black? Yellow? The real question was did we manage to fix the world or not?

If this was the world they'd left behind, the fact that they were even here standing on it meant that its destruction had at least been halted. "Dammit! I can't just stay in here without knowing anything!" Heat gave the door another solid kick out of spite, but it remained regrettably solid.