Jack tilts his head as he sees someone approaching. A boy, dressed like he's from a few hundred years ago...with a small monster on his back. But more...it looks like they're walking toward...him. Does that mean...?

"Hawkmon...are they walking towards us?" he asked his partner, who eyes him curiously.

"Yeah, it does. Is something wrong with that?"

"No...it means..." Jack's voice trails off as he goes to meet the other pair.

Hawkmon stares after him, about to say something, but not sure what. He doesn't like not knowing what's wrong with his partner.

As Jack steps forward, he can't help but shake with nervousness. He grips his staff, leaning forward on it and masking his anxiety with a winning smile.

"Hey! Are you another Chosen?"