He had managed to ditch Gabumon for the time being. Well... ditch sounds like a strong word. He had left him to rest, since the big guy was getting tired, and he obviously knew his way around the city better than Tim ever could. He felt guilty for it, sure, and even the sensation of not having one of his hands compromised was starting to feel weird, but Tim tells himself he'll be back to meet with his buddy later.

A breath of fresh air and some quicker, more sly exploration is what he needs to do. That's how he came to the Statue of Liberty and-- wow, talk about disconcerting. Should the talk about the gates slipping between the Real world and Digital world prove true, that is. Otherwise, well-- Robin had to admire the accuracy in the rendering of the program file that must have created this thing.

He turns only when he hears a scream-- it sounds dangerously distressed and puts him on alert. It's a half second later when he pin points where it's coming from, and he's expecting a violent scene not a--

not a theatrical reenactment.

Not a. Uh.

That's not.... right. There's so much not right about what he's seeing right now.

He's silent approaching. It's a habit. He doesn't bother to hide a quizzical expression, almost mirroring Elecmon but for a totally different reason. "Wally?"

Because if you know someone's name, say it.