"Right then," Riley answered as he began to climb out of a nearby window, "I couldn't say exactly. But he's your friend; you should be able to tell if something's amiss. Let me know if things get hairy." And with that, he fell out of the window, and followed by a distinct lack of a sound of him hitting the ground.

Izzy knew where Trevor lived, vaguely. She had an approximate memory of it from an occasion over the past month where she had agreed to meet him outside of it. It was her subtle attempt to see what his house and possibly his room was like, but Trevor had been hesitant to even meet her near his house, much less let her inside. She understood why, now. In any case, it was a nominal distance from her house, as he lived only a couple of streets over, and she was eventually able to find which it was.

A normal one-story ranch home, no different from the dozens of others that filled their local neighborhood. Well-maintained lawn, no outstanding decorations or landscaping. It almost seemed to be a house deliberately designed to not stand out from its neighbors. Never the less, Izzy approached it, noting that the lights were out in the house. It was well past midnight, so it made sense for everyone to be asleep. She idly considered trying to get in from an unlocked window, until she noticed the door was open. Quite literally, it hung ajar, allowing her to peer into the darkness inside the house. Her vampiric vision was not what it used to be, but she couldn't discern any damage to the door. It was just... open in the middle of the night. Curious.