As Riley began his answer, Izzy took a donut for herself, then returned the box to the desk. She tore off a piece of the frosted bread, and used her leg near her knee as a plate. She popped the torn piece in her mouth, and looked to Riley, brows furrowed, just before he gestured to the child, making her glance to him.
	“So, if we all started to think of him less as that child, and more like who he was, his behavior would change to adapt to that?” she asked as Riley finished his second donut, her own still only with a small chunk missing. “But, if everyone in the world of aberrations still thinks he’s a powerful vampire, why would he be acting like that? Because we’re the only ones who know about his [i]current[/i] condition? And does that mean our weaknesses and strengths shift, too, depending on what the majority of people believe, or just when it comes to interacting with individuals?”
	She picked off another piece of her donut as Riley continued, licking his fingers.
	“Aberrations are formed by belief mixed with ‘spiritual pressure,’” she echoed slowly. “[i]Anything[/i] can pop up here randomly? Oh boy,” she drew out the last. “This is a small town. People get bored. It’s chock-full of [i]all[/i] of those, and then some.” She took a deep breath, and looked Riley in the eye. “What can I do to help?”
	She glanced distantly to the door when he asked about Trevor. “You and me both.” She sighed. “I saw him earlier today. He’s as much like himself as usual, as far as I could tell.”