Izzy watched Trevor squint, reminding her that he could not see as well in the dimness of the farmhouse as she could. When his eyes finally seemed to adjust to the new lighting and his gaze settled on her, she offered him a small smile in greeting.
	“That’s the [i]least[/i] of my worries,” she muttered at his comment about squatting. She took a deep breath at his question, then told him everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
	Finishing her tale, she placed her head in her hands from where she had since sat once again against the wall, her legs crossed beneath her.	
	“If the hunter hadn’t come, it would’ve just been someone else. [i]Will[/i] be someone else the next time.” Izzy shook her head and ran a hand through the lose portion of her hair. “And that’s what I [i]saved[/i]. What...” she swallowed hard, her voice soft as she continued, “what [i]I[/i] could become.” She raised her head, not looking at anything in particular. “I don’t know what to do, Trevor. It’d be nice to just wake up and have this all be a nightmare, but that isn’t going to happen.”