So far, Espio could deal with almost everything. Resisting the urge to hurl Culumon through a wall was a little tricky, but he could deal with this whole 'Digital World' business. He could handle being in another world. He could handle the idea of saving this other world from whatever it turned out it needed saving from. He could deal with the blue dog thing - Gaomon - and his quiet and overly serious demeanor.

What he didn't think he could deal with, though, was the change of species.

"Must you play with your hair?" Gaomon questioned, as Espio sat on the ground crosslegged, fidgeting with the irritating mess that was on his head.

"I'm not playing," Espio argued. "I'm trying to figure out what to do with it!"

"There are many things we should do," Gaomon insisted. "For example, visiting your apartment. You are delaying."

"Why is it so long?! It's in my eyes!"

"Espio. You're not listening."

"And there's a horn on my forehead!" Espio exclaimed, prompting Gaomon to sigh and seat himself on the ground next to him, apparently deciding to just let Espio get it out of his system. "So, I've got a tail, and the tiniest nobble of a horn that you can't even see, and that's the extent of what I'm actually supposed to be. Why've I been left with those details? Why can't I just be my normal self, anyway? And why are humans all so tall?"

"Do let me know when you've finished."