Velma looked over in the direction of where the noise was going on. "I wonder what is going on, some sorta wild party maybe." She said.
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The Tourist and his friends looked in the direction of the sound.
"With this sort of noise I'd rather sleep in the tardis." Sam said.
"You're not the only one." Sara said.
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Terry reached the door and opened it, walking inside. He took the hat off of Hawkmon who refrained from speaking and acted like some sort of regular pet bird.
"Finally somewhere dry, though a trifle dark." Terry said, putting his hat on though his head was wet, except for his eyes covered by his goggles, but he was glad at least Hawkmon was dry.
The group looked at the door as Terry walked in, The Tourist waving, "Hello, just arriving?" He asked.
"Yes," Terry said, "A trifle dark though." He said, wondering to himself what century he was in. The last forays out from the digital world had had him in the late 90's and visiting the Extreme Dinosaurs, except for that one time he encountered that evil annoying girl and he digimon, but he hand Hawkmon had dealt with the both of them together, then destroyed her digivice, he hoped ending her villainous career. He didn't know when that was since after destroying the digivice he left and returned to the digital world, recording the setting so he'd never go back there and deal with her minions she doubtlessly had.