Izzy lifted her hands toward Trevor to help him sit up, and gave a sigh of relief at his response.
	“Good. I think. Here,” she added, realizing what Trevor must be looking for, “let me. Night vision, remember?” She scanned the ground for his glasses, before finding them a couple feet away as he asked his question.
	“Yeah, I did.” Izzy grabbed his glasses and handed them to him. “Thanks to you. I just, uh,” she glanced toward Episode and rubbed the back of her neck, “have to wait for him to regain consciousness.” She looked back to him and frowned. “Trevor, what’s the last thing you remember?”