Izzy held her breath, watching Trevor lean back and waiting for his response. When he paused, Izzy looked back to her lap, rolling the half-full soda bottle in her hands as he continued speaking. She shook her head at his comment about himself.
	“From what I [i]have[/i] seen of you, I doubt it.” She looked up as he moved from the desk, watching him put away his already emptied bottle then head toward the door. Part of her did not want him to leave, wanted to invite him to stay a little longer, that their last meeting, even if just for a short while before they could hang out again, did not have to end yet. 
	But, “Thank you, Trevor,” was what she said instead, reminding herself that the sooner he was away, the better. “For everything. You’re... a really good friend.”
	When he paused and turned back toward her, she stood as he spoke.
	“After everything you’ve done for me, just name it.” Her gaze met his as he stepped toward her and gave his request. She nodded, her expression resolute. When he held out a fist, she raised her own, putting as little force behind their fist-bump as she could. She only nodded again in thanks to his well-wishes, and watched him leave, listening to his footsteps receding through the halls.
	For nearly the next three hours, she tried to stay busy, though there was little for her to do in the school. After trying to read a couple more comics she had difficulties investing her full intention into, she had even considered stalking Cerasus for a short while if for no other reason than to keep herself occupied. Instead, she decided to explore the school, to see what she could find that looters and vandals had not already staked claim to. She passed Cerasus a couple times in her search, but offered only a nod in acknowledgement.
	In a storage room in the basement level, she found a filing cabinet that someone had forgotten to empty. Though the files and pages inside were weathered and many sported water damage, it was here, rummaging through pages in various stages of decay and trying--but failing--to not think about Trevor or the last battle standing between her and humanity, that Riley found her.
	Torn between irritation, dread, and the anxiety that he had come to declare the date of her final fight, she looked up from the file she held, its contents consisting mostly of childishly scribbled essays. When she registered Riley’s appearance and expression, she inhaled and quickly sat the file down. A knot formed in her stomach.
	“Riley? What’s wrong?” She held her breath.
	Izzy stared at Riley for a moment in shock as his answer sunk in. She felt suddenly sick.
	“He’s...[i]what?[/i]” The hunters. It had to have been the hunters. Her hands clenched, and her nose and lips rose in a snarl. “How?” she snapped. “When? Where’d those foul, loathsome beasts take him?!” She stormed toward the door, then stopped in the doorway and faced him. "I swear, if they so much as touch one hair on his head..." she finished the statement with a seething snort. She had sent Trevor away, and he ended up getting kidnapped. If Episode had no issue with [i]killing[/i] him, there was no telling what the three would do now.