A hint? After all that, he was only going to give her [i]a hint?[/i]
	Wanting to look at neither Riley nor Trevor, Izzy cast her gaze to the ground, doing her best to recall everything she knew--or thought she knew--about vampires, but everything from the night kept interfering. She wanted it to be over and done with, to just wake up in her bed back home and find that the night, that the entire past week-and-a-half, was nothing but a nightmare.
	“Not being dead?” she snapped, wrapping her arms over each other. Every second that ticked by was a dangerous moment stolen from Trevor. She withdrew a hand as she brushed the still healing burn on her arm. “Regeneration?” She shook her head, then placed a hand to her forehead. She didn’t have time for his petty games. She dragged her hand down her face, the red on her fingertips from Episode mostly dry.
	[i]Use your head...[/i] Her hand froze over her face, Riley’s statement and the color on her skin bringing back her last little chat with Cerasus. She blanched. [i]He [u]has[/u] to be joking.[/i] But a quick glance to Trevor’s body made up her mind.
	“I [i]really[/i] hate you, you know that?” she growled to Riley as she quickly wiped her fingers off on her pants.
	She inhaled deeply, raised a shaking hand toward her temple, and closed her eyes, trying to not think about what she was about to do. With a look mixed between dread and disgust frozen on her face--and hoping regeneration covered preventing her from vomiting--she drove her fingers into her head. The sickening crack of her skull reverberated with a low-pitched sound in her ears that made her stomach churn, and she scrunched her eyes shut tighter. Though her vampiric powers worked to prevent more than just the initial pinch of her nails against her skin, it was harrowing, to say the least, to be rooting around in her skull and the wet, soft mass inside for a memory, for some piece of information she had missed and Riley refused to outright tell her.