If she's determined she can get his attention and direct him through a portal, and Boogey can carry the couple of ’mon that are completely non-responsive.

And with the dream world at last cleared out, she can return to the rainy forest herself, with Boogey and Leomon in tow.

"Well done, Chosen Child. You have saved many lives today. Where will you go next?"

"Thanks. Do you know where and when the next X-program will be? I want to try to stop it, but if there's another one soon..."

"The next area would be somewhere near this forest; I don't know which area exactly. But when it comes it's always at the same time of day. With Bogeymon's speed you have some time to prepare."

She nods. (Still, she's worried). "When do they announce what area's being hit?"

"There is no announcement as such. I knew this area would be next to fall since all but one neighboring area had been cleared and deleted."

"Where's the next area, then?"

"Most likely the desert. Perhaps a day's hike that way, and faster for Bogeymon.

"Many of your rescuees will be traveling that way as well, for the desert or for the rail."

"How many people live in each area?"

"Fewer in the desert - sand makes poor food. Everywhere, fewer than there once were, between the evacuation and the fighting for the Antibodies.

"Likely similar to what you saw here. Perhaps a bit more, closer in, as people flee from the edges toward the Tree."

"We might try to grab everyone a lot before the thing, then, so I can safe them, and then we can go to the next most likely place, and do a lot of places."

"Very good, my Child. Will I be able to aid you in this or would I just slow your travel?"

"I'd like the help! And Boogey can carry lots."

"Then let's begin!"

And he prepares to be carried.

Boogey forms into a more solid-looking fox, rather than a billowing mass of shadows that vaguely suggests someone's nightmare of a fox.

He lies down, and says, "I will carry you on my back."

He mounts the noble steed.

And, once Nausicaa has climbed on, they are off, whisking over the landscape.

They whoosh through the rainy woods, zipping over bushes and around trees. Twice they pass little groups of shadow-cloaked rescuees.

At this pace it's not long before the trees and clouds thin out, giving way to an expanse of tangled grass and shrubs, only the occasional trees dotted around. And very shortly thereafter, a cleared swath cuts across their path, rails running along it towards a huge tree on the horizon.

He starts looking for digimon.

Nobody seems to be hanging out in the scrubland along the rails here - whoever's in the desert must be further into the sandy parts.

Along the tracks he does find an area of tumbled-down blocks and bramble-torn fields. Leomon looks uncomfortable among the peeling paint and the thorns.

"This was a holy place, once."

"I'm sorry. What happened?"

"This was the Primary Village, where by ancient truce the new and the reborn could hatch and grow in peace. Some few years ago the arrival of new eggs slowed to nothing. Which was worry enough, but the real panic set in when even the eggs of the reborn stopped.

"Now it's become just another battleground to fight for survival. And if the dead are reborn at all, the living don't know where."

"That's bad."

"Once I fix things, we can rebuild."

"Perhaps then the eggs will return." He doesn't sound hopeful.

They can proceed from there through the scrubland to the desert proper - rocks, dirt, sand, (inanimate) cacti.