Izzy had been relatively surprised at Cerasus’ rather aloof response to her bringing Trevor into the loop. Though part of her still worried about dragging him into this world of aberrations--with herself included in that category, she refused to refer to them as [i]beasts[/i] or [i]monsters[/i]--part of her felt that, if she did not talk to an outsider, to someone who knew as much as she did about this obscure side to the world, she might explode. And Trevor seemed to be a good guy, even, as much as she rebelled against it, perhaps a good [i]friend.[/i]
	So, with a quick check of the time, she managed to get a hold of Trevor and arranged their meeting.
	That day, she had difficulties sleeping with everything running through her head, from what she planned on telling Trevor, to the conversation she and Riley had had. There was something about their conversation that had nagged at the back of her mind, as if she had missed something important. As, at long last, she began to doze off, her eyes snapped open as it hit her: unless Cerasus had told him about it, there was no way Riley should have known about her incident in the sun. Unless, of course, he had been there, watching them.
	She inhaled and sat up. If he [i]had[/i] been watching them, then their first meeting, him just happening to be passing by in time to save her, became far less like a happy coincidence.
	She glanced to the door of her chosen classroom, thinking she should bring this to Cerasus’ attention in case he had not realized it.
	[i]It can wait until tonight,[/i] she decided. With that, she laid back down, using the backpack she had packed as a pillow, and did her best to get some sleep.

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	Izzy woke before the sun had fully set, hoping to lead Trevor to the school and begin her explanation before Cerasus awoke. With the hunters still in the town, and the barrier over the school, the rotting building seemed the safest place for them to talk. She waited at the door for the sun to sink below the horizon enough for her leave, then rushed out to meet Trevor and bring him to the school.
	When she began her tale, from beginning to end, she paced in front of him, her arms moving in emphasis as she spoke. Once she began, she found everything pouring out, any filters abandoned. She cast him frequent glances, watching his expression and reactions carefully.
	Upon finishing, she stopped pacing and stood in front of him. She straightened the bottom of her plain t-shirt nervously as she waited for him to say something.
	“That’s what it looks like, yeah.” Izzy sat in front of him, her legs crossed. Her usual light camouflage jacket, now more of a vest with the remaining sleeve carefully torn off to match the other, sat discarded atop her backpack in a corner, her staff leaning against the wall beside it.
	She glanced to the closed door, then looked back to Trevor, her voice low as she voiced her concerns from the previous day. “And then there’s Riley. He says he’s a neutral party, but if he’s been watching us this whole time, he [i]has[/i] to be after something. And who knows how long he was watching Cerasus before I came into the picture.” She shook her head. “You know, you’re taking this a lot better than, well, most of humanity would.”