Izzy’s back stiffened slightly when Holden mentioned her brothers. Though not a threat, he had apparently done his research on her. She nodded, sparing only a partial glance behind her to him.
	Inside, she led him through the halls, glancing into the rooms as she passed, the action almost habitual. When Holden broke the relative silence of the abandoned school, she gave a frustrated sighed. 
	“No, I’m [i]not[/i] sure,” she answered, looking into another room Riley tended to favor before moving on. “And I would have if I had a means of long-distance contact. But I don’t.”
	Thankfully, the trip to the school proved it would not be a waste. When at last she found Riley, she stepped inside and took a short moment to take in the structure he had made out of the desks. 
	“Hey, Riley,” she responded to his greeting. “Get bored, or should I start calling you the King of Decaying Crayons?” She gestured toward the pile of desks around him, amusement on her face as Holden entered behind her.
	She sighed and rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Riley’s statement about bringing Holden, and stood aside so the boy could get a clear view of Riley.
	“Riley, this is—” Before she could introduce him, Holden went up to Riley and introduced himself. [i]Or, you know, that works.[/i]
	When Riley addressed her instead of Holden’s formalities, she glared at him. “Do, and I swear I’ll shave it off while you’re sleeping.” She slipped a thumb beneath her backpack’s strap, her glare fading. “Besides, it’s more like the supernatural has a thing for [i]me.[/i] Holden has a bit of a weight problem. Thanks to a crab.” She glanced to him, unsure if he would care that she brought it up first. “I figured who better to go to for help with that than the all-knowing Mohe Riley?”