It was easy enough to locate the source of the ringtone, the screen lighting up from the floor to inform anyone who would pay it attention that she was calling. Brows furrowed and wondering why it was left to charge in the middle of a hallway, Izzy headed for it. Before she reached it, she stumbled over what felt and sounded like a couple books lying on the floor. She just managed to catch herself with a hand on the wall to keep herself from face-planting with the carpet.
	She quickly ended the call, and, with her flashlight still on her bike, switched to the flashlight app on her phone, a finger covering the camera’s flash slightly to prevent the harsh light from being too piercing. The last thing she needed was to trip on something else, risking making more noise.
	She bent to stack the books, but froze when she noticed the light falling on what could only be Trevor’s living area. His guardians had not even bothered to give him an actual bedroom. Her free hand clenched into a fist for a moment, before her gaze fell to the unused sleeping bag and comforter.
	Trevor was not home, and her only means of contact with him was plugged into the wall near her feet.
	With a disheartened sigh, she quickly put the books right, not wanting to risk getting Trevor in trouble for not keeping his things neatly stacked, and headed back outside. Thankful no one else in the house had woken up to discover her, she stopped just outside the doorway. It didn’t seem like Trevor to leave the door slightly open, but she supposed there was always a first for everything. Or perhaps he wasn’t the last to open it. 
	Izzy stepped back and surveyed the house once more, before retrieving her bike, running through her options. Trevor’s usual haunts--at least, the ones she knew of--were closed this hour, and there was little else, if anything, still open. She could ride around town, hoping to run into him, but there was no telling where he was. Perhaps he had stayed at another friend’s house for the night, and forgotten his phone.
	[i]Would he go back to the park?[/i] she wondered, thoughtfully chewing the inside of her cheek. It was as good a place as any to start. If he was there, problem solved. If he was not, maybe she would run into Riley; he might know of a better way of tracking him than aimlessly roaming the streets. 
	Wondering if this made her a stalker, or at least put her in the first stages of it, she mounted her bike and headed toward the park, keeping an eye out for any sign of Trevor along the way.