You wake up in a forgiving straw bed with your head throbbing. Light dances in through the cracks in the walls, of which there are plenty. You lie in a old, quaint shack somewhere near the beach (the sounds of the rolling tide are a dead giveaway.) You can hear footsteps approaching, but you are too slow to feign sleep.
"Rested yet?" asks a cheery Gargomon. "You've been out cold for over a day."
"Uh..."
"You hit your head pretty hard back there. Do you remember anything?"