Izzy looked at the boy curiously at his unusual analogy. Mentally shrugging it off, she stretched out her free hand to try to better keep Michael at bay as he paused to try finding his words.
	“You’re what? Nine? Ten? I’m not going anywhere until I make sure you get where you’re going safely.” She let part of the paper unfurl so its messy writing and doodles faced her. She glanced up at its indecipherable words, and sighed. “So how about we try this again.” Still, she did not return his paper, but did her best to look him in the eye. “Hello, Michael. My name's Izzy. Is there somewhere or someone I can help you find?”