They're really safe!

"I can get people back to your normal world now," she says, pleased.

"Then let's get home and get on with our lives," grouses the wolf.

    "Thanks for the power-up!," says the snag.

        "I'll always remember you!," says the mole.

A couple of portals shimmer open. "You guys are welcome! Goodbye!"

"Bye bye," says her purple guide. "Thank you!" And it slips off through a portal.

Eventually she's left alone with Boogey, Leomon, and the handful of ’mon that have managed to ignore the entire process.

She'll check to make sure if the mon who've been ignoring stuff are okay, and if they want to go home. (This isn't a very safe place to live, even if you've got a safety blanket.)

The sunflower is much perkier now! "Oh, thank you so much for getting me out of that thunderstorm! I just can't do anything at all after a day or two without sun, you know."

(This platypus-looking guy is still grooving to his own beat.)

"There's no suns here, except for around the First Mage maybe, so you should really go back to your own world."

Can platypus guy be talked to? If he really doesn't seem to care she might have Boogey just pick him up.

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.