Izzy: You wanted to talk to me?
Izzy’s Dad: Yes, son. (sighs) When you went off and left us there in hiding, your mother and I thought we might never see you again. So we talked, and decided, the time had come to tell you that we’re not your real parents, Izzy. 
Izzy: I already know. I heard you talking once. I pretended to myself I hadn’t heard anything. Then I make-believed I miss understood. Then I tried to wipe it from my mind and just act like everything was the same as before. But it wasn’t and I didn’t mean to but I just started drifting away from you a little more each day. 
Izzy’s Dad: That’s why you buried yourself in that computer. 
Izzy: That’s right. 
Izzy’s Dad: It’s not surprising, it’s who you are. You see, in so many ways, you’re the living image of your father. 
Izzy: What was my real father like?
Izzy’s Dad: He was a fine man and a brilliant mathematician. In fact, he was a lecturer at the university. He and I were distant cousins. I was his only living relative and your mother had no family of her own so when it happened.. Late one night, there was a terrible car accident. Neither of them survived. 
Izzy’s Mom: We had a lost a little boy of our own, you see, just before. So, when we were asked if we might want to take care of you, well, it seemed like, I don’t know, some kind of sign. We said yes.
Izzy: So you made me your son.
Izzy’s Dad: We always planned to tell you the truth. We were just waiting for you to grow up a little bit more. But now, you seemed to have found out on your own. We waited too long. I’m sorry, son.
Izzy: No. No, Dad. There’s no need for you to be sorry. It couldn’t have been easy for you to tell you all of this. And um, well, I’m glad you did. 
Izzy’s Dad: We just wanted to let you know that we love you, Izzy. 
Izzy’s Mom: You see, as far as we’re concerned, you are our real son. Nothing could ever change that.
Izzy: (sniffles, holds back tears) Mom. 
His parents hug him. 
Tentomon: Gee, it’s times like this I wish I had a Digi-mommy!