Realizing Holden had, at last, gotten fully dressed, Izzy shifted on the arm of the couch so she better faced him as he spoke.
	She could not help but smirk as he finished. “Welcome to my world. I'll admit, though, most of those didn’t occur thanks just to happenstance. And who knows? Maybe you slipping was more than just coincidence. No idea how, but I wouldn’t rule that out quite yet.”
	With the batteries in the flashlight she usually kept strapped to her bike dead, the ride to the school was a dark one. The entire way, between concentrating on not sending them both flying over the handlebars, she kept thinking about that concept of coincidence; of all times for Holden to have stumbled and fallen, it was when she, of all people, was right behind him. Could Riley or even someone—or some[i]thing[/i]—else have orchestrated that? Or had it, in fact, been just a well-timed act of fate? She had no way to tell. Not yet, at least.
	When Riley met them at the door, Izzy could not help but gawk at how different he looked. At first, she was unsure if it even [i]was[/i] Riley. As the man addressed Holden, she glanced between the two, Holden in his clean clothes and Riley in his vestments. She suddenly felt rather underdressed.
	“Uh,” she began, following Riley to the stairs, “[i]I[/i] wasn’t supposed to go home and change, too, right? Or does this mean I’ll have to wait outside or something?”
	She hoped the answer was ‘no.’ Whatever the Crab was to warrant such dress, she wanted to see what Riley planned on doing, and what Holden had to do in turn.