*Scene change to the office of Dr. Kanehal. TOMOGI is getting things ready in his office when the door buzzes.*

TOMOGI: Come in.

*MONICA leads in HEZEKIAH, who is holding a bucket and once again wrapped in a blanket.*

MONICA: Thanks for seeing us so late, Dr. Kanehal.

TOMOGI: *yawns* No problem. I know emergencies don’t like to wait until normal business hours. Velarde-dona, right? *turns to face them, stares at MONICA’S face a moment (cue hearts and violins)*

MONICA: Yes, that’s right, Dr. Kanehal.

TOMOGI: Please, call me Tomogi. Or Tom. Whichever you prefer. *clears throat*

MONICA: All right, in that case, call me Monica. *gestures at HEZEKIAH* And this is, er, Hezekiah.

TOMOGI: *bows slightly* A pleasure to meet you both. So, where’s the patient?

*MONICA swallows and pulls the blanket down off of HEZEKIAH’S head, revealing his small horns and cow ears. TOMOGI stares, mouth open.*

TOMOGI: Is-- is this--

MONICA: No, it’s not a joke, I’m sorry.

*TOMOGI tentatively reaches forward and touches one of HEZEKIAH’S ears. HEZEKIAH stares back in turn.*

TOMOGI: You know it’s illegal in most countries to modify the human genome, don’t you?

MONICA: I didn’t make him, I just inherited him. It’s... complicated.

TOMOGI: I’ll bet. Why bring him here? Why not take him to his regular doctor?

MONICA: If I knew who that was, I might. I don’t have any records, or contacts, or instruction manuals... He’s feeling sick to his stomach, and I don’t even know how many stomachs he has! *throws hands in the air*

TOMOGI: I don’t kn-- I’m not authorized to treat humans.

MONICA: Well, how many human doctors are authorized to treat cattle? Please, could you just take a look at him? I don’t know what else to do.

*HEZEKIAH chooses that moment to vomit in his bucket.*

TOMOGI: Ah. Why don’t you have a seat, Hezekiah? *helps HEZEKIAH to a chair, then says to MONICA* I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise anything.

MONICA: Thank you. That’s all I’m asking.

TOMOGI: All right, then. Let’s start with the obvious question: What has he eaten in the last twenty-four hours?

MONICA: Well, I’m not sure what he ate before I picked him up this afternoon, but he did eat a lot of pizza at supper.

TOMOGI: Pizza.

MONICA: Yes. Cheese pizza.

TOMOGI: Well, judging from his teeth, he seems herbivorous. His digestive system might not be designed to handle proteins.

MONICA: Yes, that’s what I thought, too, that’s why I only got a cheese--

TOMOGI: You... do know that dairy products like cheese and milk have protein, right?

MONICA: ....Oh. Right. *turns red*

TOMOGI: Looks like our mystery’s solved.

MONICA: *thinking* .....But it was cow’s milk!