Leon's words hit Jordan like a ton of bricks. His fist clenched, and he felt his stomach twist. Shrewmon shot a swift glance up at Jordan, but left his words unspoken. A soft glow enveloped the Digimon, and soon the shaggy rodent was replaced a small round body with a long pink tail.
"[color=f7941d]Come on. Let's go,[/color]" the small Digimon suggested as he was lifted by the rather sullen boy.

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A few hours later, after Jordan's mother spent about half of one sobbing and gripping her son's head, he sat in the dimness of his room, looking down at the small Digimon in his lap.
"[color=1a7b30]I have to go. This can't go on,[/color]" he spoke under his breath.
Gostamon averted his gaze, and there was a moment of silence.

"[color=f7941d]I can't stop you,[/color]" the Digimon replied.

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The next day, in the bright sun, stood Jordan in a long dark jacket, holding a medium sized bag in his hands. In the large space, he looked rather small, but he did seem to be waiting for a train to arrive at Shibuya Station. The corner of the black bag hung open, and a small voice spoke out.
"[color=f7941d]Hey, I'm hungry,[/color]" Togarimon chirped in a slight voice.
"[color=1a7b30]There's a bag of chocolate in there, and some juice,[/color]" Jordan replied under his breath.