When Trevor answered, Izzy gave a relieved sigh. Though it had not been long since she had heard his voice, it was good to know he was, at least for now, still safe. 
	She gave a humorless chuckle at his second question, and shook her head. “No,” she breathed. “It... it’s kinda a long story.” She paused, debating on if she dared ask him to meet her. But with the poor connection, the call could drop at any moment. “And service out here sucks. Could...” She took another unsteady breath. “Would you be willing to meet me? But [i]not[/i] at the school,” she added hastily. “I know it’s unfair of me to ask you, after everything, but...” She gave a heavy exhale. “I need you, Trevor. You and that brilliant brain of yours.”