When they left the building, Izzy gave a sigh of relief as a light June breeze blew over her, the weather mild for the month. As they walked down the road, Trevor quiet in, as far as Izzy could tell, contemplation, she tried to think of an excuse to go on ahead of him, maybe take a detour, but, she had to admit, she was enjoying the conversation. At least, most of it. And she still wanted to deposit her backpack at home, eliminate the weight of a school year’s worth of locker clutter, and they had to go in the same direction for that, anyway. Besides, the road was the quickest way, and the sooner she got home, the sooner she could head out again.
	She glanced to him when he spoke, and her expression hardened. She looked ahead of them as she answered. “Sanity,” she said harsher than she had intended to. “Fewer people to stab you in the back, or be broken up about, especially once I’ve left this forsaken city in the dust.”